I’m Not a Housewife, But I AM Real

Yes, I'm ashamed, but I won't be judged.

“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…

What is your ultimate guilty pleasure?

Kristen is still in the middle of her love story. She and her best friend of four years gave in and finally decided to date. Two years later, she was engaged. Two years after that, she was married. She’ll celebrate her 17th wedding anniversary this May. Mom to Ellen (8) and James (5), she works full time in Human Resources outside of the home. Her children have taught her that motherhood is hard. And wonderful. And HARD. A proud alum of LSU and Johnson and Wales University, she also collects college degrees. (BS in Psychology, AS in Culinary Arts and BS in Culinary Nutrition). She’s lived in Baton Rouge a majority of her life, with sojourns in New Orleans, Charleston, SC and Providence, RI. The south is clearly home. Recovering from a nearly crippling case of adolescent insecurity, she is still the most likely to have the heel of her shoe caught in the hem of her pants.


    • Thanks, Lauren. Sometimes I still feel like I need to intellectualize or rationalize my pure love of this ridiculousness – but most of the time, I just enjoy it!

  1. It’s like a train wreck…you can’t stop watching and you don’t know why! I think it’s super interesting to see what these wealthy women consider “problems” and to watch them all fight…about e’rything! My husband does the eye roll as well…but he totally enjoys Atlanta. (Candi is his girl!) Of all the cast members in all the cities…who would you want to hang out with most?


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