I am joining my buxom buddy, Mrs. Stuyvesant-Fish together with Mr. Astor at the Audubon Club today for one reason: to talk about The Baroness Seitzinger, her vulgarity, her rampant flaunting of money on things the can only end up in a coffee table book entitled Bad Taste.  Like my first book, Henrietta, The Queen of South Beach, the new book needs only one stop: the home of Baroness Seitzinger.