Secondo lo Herald Tribune, sulle disavventure di Veronica Lario si può essere indulgenti fino a un certo punto: poi se le è andate a cercare
Ms. Lario, 52, thought she could exact revenge by shaming her skirt-chasing fool of a husband. Instead, the skirt-chaser made a fool of her. (His is a Mediterranean version of Richard Pryor’s famous riposte: “Who you gonna believe, me or your lying eyes?”)
Like many an American innocent abroad, Ms. Lario should have known better. She is not without experience: she, too, was once a comely young starlet cavorting with an adulterer. The couple met in 1980 when he was a married real estate tycoon and she was on stage in “The Magnificent Cuckold.” Not that Ms. Lario doesn’t have a point — Mr. Berlusconi does flirt with younger women, he does bestow political patronage to beauty pageant contestants and starlets, and he did travel to Naples to attend a birthday celebration for an 18-year-old aspiring model, whom he described as the daughter of a friend. (“This surprised me,” Ms. Lario said in a news release. “Because he never attended the 18th birthday parties of his children, even if he was invited.” )
But it’s the second time Ms. Lario has publicly upbraided her husband; she wrote her first open letter in 2007 demanding that he apologize publicly to her for offending her “dignity.” Mr. Berlusconi complied with great flourish. But that kind of brinkmanship only works once.
