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Daily Blah for... Monday, March 08, 2004

The Mayor and the Model
In a mostly fawning profile in today's Chronicle, Kimberley Guilfoyle Newsom, first lady of San Francisco, finally addresses the question of why she's 3,000 miles away from her husband. Guilfoyle Newsom is, as every profile will tell you, a former lingerie model and assistant District Attorney who now appears in the Greta Van Susteren role on CNN and Court TV. She packed her bags for this New York-based cable gig practically the moment her husband of three years was elected mayor, which raised eyebrows and set tongues wagging across the city. Was their marriage on the rocks? Was she, a registered Republican, upset at his support for same-sex weddings? Or could she simply not stand to be around his hair gel much longer?


Now, belatedly, this self-described prima donna tries to put the questions to rest. "To the people who question our marriage, I want to ask: how is your marriage doing? Mine is fine," she says. Hubby is "kicking butt and I'm so proud of him. If I were there, he'd just be feeling guilty all the time that we never get to sit down for a meal." Pardon me? And that's a reason to work on the other side of the continent? To assuage your husband's supposed guilt over missing meals together? In a separate story, the Mayor reveals she was supposed to come back for Valentine's Day to help him move out of their Pacific Heights mansion, but didn't. Guilfoyle Newsom artfully deflects the question of their separation by ranting about sexism: "Why is it weird for the woman to be the bicoastal one? Men do it all the time." Remember, she's a prosecutor.

Still, there's little evidence for the rumor mill to convict on. Quite the opposite: we learn Newsom's pet names for his size four lingerie model wife are Swee'pea, Kimborlaree and Kimbo. "What a goof," says a misty-eyed Guilfoyle Newsom, chomping on buffalo wings in her New York apartment. But her answer on the hair gel question is a little weird: "His hair is gelled because it's so heavy and floppy and goes in his face and he doesn't know how to deal with it. He has no idea he's a handsome, good-looking guy! He's always running around with torn pockets and dirty shoes."

Huh? Are we talking about the same Gavin Newsom? Probably the most dapper-looking pretty boy in the city? He dated Jewel and he has no idea he's a good-looking guy? I've never seen a speck of dirt on his shoes. Evidently Guilfoyle Newsom, who appears to spend at least a couple of hours each day having her hair blow-dried for TV appearances, has standards of sartorial elegance far above the ordinary human. Imagine it: "You lost one stitch on the inside pocket of this Armani jacket, Gavin. Lose another and I'm moving to New York!" Call it Model Eye for the Mayor Guy.




















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