“I’m not a housewife, but I AM real.”
If you know Bethenny said that, then we can be best friends – well not best friends, but we can totally hang out. In the dark – so no one can see us while we watch our SHOWS.
I like The Real Housewives.
Not in a super-proud-fan-girl-sort-of way but in an I-can’t-believe-I-am-admitting-to-this-sort-of way.
I don’t just like it. I love it. (You don’t have to hide your eye roll.) Because I loooooooove it. All of them except Miami. I was actually so sad when D.C. was cancelled. Each episode made me more deliciously uncomfortable. Excuse me for a second while I Google whatever happened to Michaele Salahi.
I like those shows in spite of the opinions of others (my husband lovingly judges me). I like them in spite of what should be common sense and in spite of the fact that I know it’s not “reality.” I just don’t want to stop watching them. For a long time, I watched in secret. It was a lovely little ritual – I’d wait until everyone (my husband) was in bed and I’d reach for the DVR remote and a blanket (and maybe some junk food) to cuddle on the couch – just me and my dignity – so I could watch it all go down.
I know, I know. It’s ridiculous. Ridiculously AWESOME.
What drew me in initially was the opportunity to look in on someone else’s “fabulous” life. The first show (O.C.) had such an enticing tag line, “Seven Million Families Live in Gated Communities.” See what’s behind the gates of this gated community. WHAT’S BEHIND THE GATES? What does the inside of her closet look like? What’s it like not to care about money? Are “they” real? The theme music for that one got me, too. It’s a malevolently playful little ditty. It sounds evil, but sweet, but EVIL. So good. It’s my favorite.
I’ve stopped trying to rationalize it. I’m a well-educated, grown-up with a list of perfectly respectable things to watch on my DVR (but more often than not, I’m going to watch that Real Housewives episode FIRST). I know I’m not alone. I have close friends that have ‘fessed up. I no longer indulge in secret. Who else tunes in despite themselves?
I mean, C’MON. Like you don’t want to watch…