Okay, I said I’d never post about this crap but I give in. This is the real me, people. Sometimes I love trash.
The truth is, I watch all the Real Housewives of Bravo. Not religiously, but I will catch a marathon from time to time and I definitely know all their names. Hangs head in shame.
And maybe it’s my home state pride, but I believe New Jersey is the best of the franchise. I guess on some level I identify with these women. Now, I wasn’t raised to scream about family all the time and shriek that blood is thicker than water, but yes, I think family is important. I treasure mine.
I feel the fierce loyalty that Carolyn exhibits.
And I like to think my family takes our party food as seriously as Kathy Wakile.
And I believe in the power of leopard print.
Oh, don’t get me wrong. These fools are crazy. A few of them are very stupid…especially the men. But there’s something comforting about turning on the TV and hearing that familiar accent and seeing Yankees hats and Wildwood tee-shirts. It feels like home. Reality TV, indeed.