Hilaria Baldwin has her shtick. She can’t tamp it or quell it or hide it and she doesn’t want to. In every activity, Hilaria sees an opportunity to incorporate her shtick. Even a regular trip to the bathroom scale is a chance for her singular expression. Never mind that she could have unintentionally skewered a lapdog with her stiletto point; it was a necessary risk in her quest. She is who she is, and she’s a woman with a shtick.