So last summer, MC, AM’s friend, informed AM and me that Real Housewives, that Bravo show that I have very little patience for, was taping a season in Jersey. With Jersey ladies.
Oh, I am so there. The show starts on May 17. AM had the brilliant idea of saving them up and watching marathon style. Which is my favorite way to watch any program. (I can’t seem to muster the energy or attention span to watch a movie. But a TV show marathon? I’m in.)
But I’m not sure we’ll be able to wait that long to tune in. I mean, just check out the teaser and I think you’ll understand.
So this show can go one of two ways for me. It could be like The Sopranos, which, while riveting television, was one of the toughest shows for me to watch and which quickly got to the point that I had to stop watching because I felt I was at a family dinner each Sunday night. Which is WAY too much. (Seriously, I know those people. Minus the killing part. But the big hair, flashy houses and cars, loud mouths with accents, loving but crazy, crazy but living by a code, passionate to the point of perversion, passionate to the point that you can’t help but feel loved. You get the picture.)
Or it could be a nice reminder of the folks I grew up with and who I continue to interact with. The people whose “hobbies” include shopping and spa treatments and tanning and getting their nails done.
Anyway, suffice it to say that I am WAY excited for the show. And hoping that this does something to mitigate the hatred I’m feeling from Bravo, Harvey Weinstein, and Lifetime over this little lawsuit that is keeping Project Runway from me. FIGURE IT THE FUCK OUT, PEOPLE!! I want my Tim Gunn! And I even miss Heidi and her German accent.