Among my most guilty of all little pleasures is my addiction to Bravo's Real Housewives New York. I kind of liked the Orange County gals, have only watched about 10 minutes of the Jersey group (ick), never even tuned into the Atlanta chicks, but the New York ladies have a special spot in my heart.
It's like we are two magnets...attracted and repulsed. I don't want to watch, really I don't. But I do.
It boggles my mind how some people are so fortunate and can be so vapid and just plain gross. I mean, seriously, Countess singing? I hope that bozo producer waited until her check cleared before he started smooching her hiney.
Crazy Eyes Ramona, sweet Bethenny with her goofy pregnant face (I can say this as I am the woman who sported a nose like a platypus for each one of my pregnancies), she makes me laugh, hard, at least once an episode. I am sure that Kelly, the bi-polar Oompa Loompa, is hiding a penis from the rest of the ladies. I keep waiting for it to pop out from one of the shirts she wears as a dress. And Jill. I can't figure that one out. One minute I love her, the next I want to shove bolts of fabric down her throat. Alex. Out of all of them, she seems to me to be the most sane, intelligent housewife. But then there's her husband. Is he the only one who realizes that he's gay? Not that there's anything wrong with that, but...nice epaulets on your marching band jacket, dear.
I love watching it because it makes me realize that even though I am poor and struggling, I am surrounded by blissfully normal, life-enhancing friends. Sure, we have our stupid girl dramas now and then, but none of my friends makes my skin crawl or does that oh-so-Euro air kiss thing.
Last night was the season finale, and as it closed I felt a little sad. And then an ad for the new season of Top Chef came on. It starts in two weeks. I will be replacing my tacky bag of moneyed trolls with a hot steamy kitchen full of petulant tattooed foodies. Life is good.
I will close with my favorite t.v. quote, ever, courtesy of Looney Kelly:
"Golden satchels".
God, I love watching crazy.
I totally feel the same way about the NY Housewives. I don't want to watch but I can't stop. I don't watch the other ones. The countess is really a man though, that much I know. Gail F.
ReplyDeleteGail I thought Countess was manly too..until Kelly showed up. She has man hips!
ReplyDeleteNo there is one more week! Bethaney and Jill have a little sit down together and try to hash it out. Then they will air the reunion show which is rumored to be full of more crazy drama. Then minutes later you can go straight into Top Chef...no down time. I love Bravo.
ReplyDeleteYay!!! I don't know why I thought last week was the finale.
ReplyDeleteBravo is the best. For that one channel alone I color my own hair...the sacrifices we must make in order to have our own little treats.