For some reason, when Jackson is napping, I sometimes find myself getting sucked in by trashy tv shows that I really couldn't care less about. Case in point: The Real Housewives of New York, DC, Beverly Hills, Atalanta, Somalia, Jupiter, etc. First of all, if these women are "real" housewives then I am most definitely a counterfeit housewife. My life surely does not consist of lunch outings, weekend getaways, shopping sprees, and plastic surgery--more like cleaning, poopy diapers, barf, and spaghetti-o's. Also, does one really qualify as a "housewife" if she isn't actually married? Yeah, I don't think so. I understand that drama makes for good ratings, but these women have more drama in their lives than all of the high school girls in America combined. I really don't understand why you would want to be friends with people like this. Grown women yelling and cursing at each other is just not attractive.
So, why am I so intrigued by these shows? Maybe the lack of drama in my life needs to be filled with the drama in other people's lives? Maybe it's kind of like when you drive by a car weck and you really can't help but look? I dunno, but I'm sure I could be doing something like laundry or washing dishes or anything productive instead of watching these crazies go at it like feral cats. Thank goodness I can count on Jackson to rescue me from this vortex of horrible daytime tv when he wakes up.
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I've never watched the real housewives, but at one point I found myself being sucked in by Keeping up the Kardashians. I have no idea why. I think its so that I can see what crazy thing they're going to come up with next.
ReplyDeleteI've never watched Real Housewives, either, but whenever "Say Yes to the Dress" comes on, I sit on the couch and cry. Which is weird because I didn't cry when I found my wedding dress... just when I watch others find theirs. They make it so emotional!
ReplyDeleteMy gay husband loves The Real Housewives. Especially the OC cougars. Why? He likes boys. Regardless, I find my blood boiling while hearing these women speak of their "hardships" with child rearing when they have a troop of nannies available to them at all times. Unfortunately my anger is mostly attributed to pure jealousy. Mmmm. Nannies. Droooool. Lucky betches.
ReplyDeleteI am not ashamed to admit that I am a lover of all things Real Housewives.
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