I got into Cal for the spring semester and just took my first college midterm yesterday. It’s so different here than in Orange County. People at school don’t really recognize me from The Real Housewives of Orange County, but at home or in Los Angeles, people will interrupt my dinner to ask if they can have their picture taken with me.
That’s so funny to me. I could understand it if they recognized me for being an actor and because they admired my talent, but to want a picture just because they see me being myself on reality TV? It’s weird in that respect.
Then again, I’m a very open person, and if someone wants to listen, I’ll tell them about my whole life. I lived in Japan for a year when I was a baby and my dad was playing baseball there, but other than that, Coto is the only life I’ve known.
Life Behind The Gates
The show paints it as a very exclusive, sheltered life, but my two best friends don’t live, quote-unquote, “inside the gates.” My boyfriend doesn’t live “inside the gates.” He lives inside some gates, but not those gates. (laughs) I don’t feel disconnected from people outside Coto or from the rest of America.
When I say I live in Coto de Caza, people do automatically say, “Oh, so you have money.” That’s not necessarily true. It’s a beautiful place to live and a great place to raise a family, but it’s not this crazy Newport type of lifestyle. It’s a lot more family-oriented.
Desperate Housewives?
Some people compare our lives to Desperate Housewives, but we’re not that dramatic. Sure, the housewives of Coto are catty like the characters on Desperate Housewives, but I think women in general are catty.



