Cray cray on Capitol Hill

196 pounds

I don't know if you've heard of Michaele Salahi or not.

To be honest, I wish I didn't know who she was. But as fate would have it, I learned of her existence when she and her husband crashed the Obamas' first state dinner last fall.

Crashing a presidential function in the post-9/11 era?

Not smart, Micheale. Not smart.

I could have written off that misstep as a one-time display of stupidity, but as of late, Real Housewives of D.C. star Salahi has been going after the stupid crown like Paris Hilton at a key party.

Because not only did the 44-year-old Salahi just pose naked for Playboy—classy!—she also revealed that she is completely cray cray in a failed attempt to deny she is anorexic. When an In Touch reporter asked what she thought of the rumors of her eating disorder, Salahi denied it and explained that "I start the day with a hot chocolate and cereal—I love Lucky Charms or Kashi GoLean—then some fruit. I don't really eat a lot in the middle of the day. I have an early dinner, which is always a salad, with plain chicken, grilled or broiled."

The woman only eats cereal and salad and thinks she doesn't have an eating disorder?

C r a z y !

To top it off, Salahi insulted all of us who are not as thin as she is when she said, "If [the women who call me anorexic] get out there and move, they will look like me and be thin, and it'll all be good."

You can call me crazy if you want, but I don't think that if we all stopped eating anything but cereal, hot chocolate, and salad, we would "all be good."

I also don't think that if we just "get out there and move" we'll all suddenly look like Salahi, nor do I think most of us want to look like a middle-aged version of Back-t0-the-Beach Barbie.

Unfortunately, the answer to our obesity epidemic is not that simple, and I guess I should have known that someone who is so desperate for attention would probably not understand the intricacies of our country's weight problem.

This whole thing just reminds me of something I already knew . . . never crash a Salahi party, especially if I haven't eaten.