Hilaria Baldwin thought she’d go on “Dancing with the Stars,” shimmy her way into American’s hearts, and we’d forget that she pretended to be a Spanish woman for a whole decade.
No such luck.
She and her dance partner Gleb Savchenko were booted on October 7 — the fourth couple to say “adios” to the ABC show.
Baldwin, 41, is a former competitive ballroom dancer; but most importantly, she is also a champion fabulist. And because the show is essentially a popularity contest with a side of Cha-Cha, people vote for the contestants they like, so long as they don’t have two left feet.
The people clearly didn’t like her because she’s a narcissist, who posed as a woman called Hilaria from Spain when, in reality, she’s Hillary from the posh Beacon Hill neighborhood of Boston.
But to Hilaria, her early exit is the dastardly work of a vast online network of mean girls, who don’t appreciate her unique burden of being bilingual.
On the show’s official podcast, she ranted in a bizarre-accented English that, “We make enemies out of each other. And I’m talking about my fellow women. We need to stop.”
Then in an Instagram live video last week, she said, she was “bullied off the show. I did, that’s for sure. That is for sure.”
She was, however, singing a different tune while she was still in contention.
In an interview last month, the lie-berian lady said she signed up for the show thanks to fan demand.
“Fans started to write into the show to say, you should be on ‘Dancing with the Stars’? and I was like really?… It was very organic, how it happened,” she said.
But after getting the boot, ay dios mio! She’s now a victim.
She’s spent her post DWTS days giving interviews and hopping on Instagram live videos, distributing more whines than the region of La Rioja.
Then, on the show’s official podcast, she began crying and speaking in a whisper, “I opened my heart and now it’s broken again…I’m 41 and I met Alec when I was 27. The world has been trying to beat me since, and they did, they really did. Because no matter what I do, it’s not enough.”
Actually, it’s too much. Or as they say in her country of origin, it’s too much.
She did a network dance competition. She wasn’t an elite runner who trained her whole life only to lose out on Olympics gold after snapping her Achilles mid race.
Just say thanks for the opportunity and scram. Spend some time with your seven kids and your husband — who probably needs some TLC after wrapping your car around a tree.
Instead, she continues to beg for pity. In that same Instagram video she said everyone who meets her is surprised by the negativity that comes her way, “Because in reality, I am none of the negative things that some people say and that breaks my heart.”
And yet, she adds, “Some of the people who have harassed me for years and misrepresented and outright have lied about me, I know that they’ll only be satisfied when I’m gone.”
She would know misrepresentation, she’s very active in the practice.
During an interview last week with “Not Skinny But Not Fat” podcast she tried to distract from her bizarre Spanish-ish accent by blaming ADHD and dyslexia.
And she continues to perpetuate the farce that she is persecuted for speaking two languages — a skill, apparently, only she has.
“To speak a language is such a beautiful thing. It should never be a bad thing and of course it’s going to affect the way we speak.”
In another Instagram live, she greets viewers and responds to one who “loves how multicultural” she is. Baldwin pauses and says that she “gets torn down for it. But it’s not that deep.”
She gets torn down because she faked an identity and continues to obfuscate details about her life while trying to present herself as authentic.
Secure people do not need the approval of strangers. They neither crave, nor court it. Since she’s been on Baldwin’s arm, she’s tried everything to be a star: from yoga influencing to working as an “Extra” correspondent.
Her latest attempts include DWTS, a memoir, and a horrific reality show about her family which exploited her husband’s manslaughter case —where Halyna Hutchins, a mother and wife, lost her life.
And now she’s on Instagram live, cherry-picking and reading aloud compliments to find validation.
The more she talks, the more deluded she sounds. She can’t stop herself.
She is a bottomless pit of neediness.
This story originally appeared on NYPost
