I think the show Real Housewives is getting too predictable. I mean, I get it. Real Housewives of Orange County--my guilty pleasure (don't judge me)--is the best one. Because growing up there, everyone does look that clown-ish.

Atlanta is pretty funny. I just love the ghetto drama that arises in each episode and what on earth is up with the blond ladies hair? Is it real? It looks like the plastic coated hair I had on my Skipper doll when I was seven. It's one neon green flower clip away from crazy.

I can't get into the New York season. There is not enough drama, overdosing on self tanner, wigs, nor enough fake boobs. If anything, that is the most tame and fake one. When I say fake, i mean that I know for a fact New York city is crawling with freaks that would make better ratings than that show. The only one bringing in ratings is that "straight" husband.

Bravo, If I were you, I would get on the bandwagon and bring the real, real housewives to the plate.

What about Real Housewives of Compton? I can smell the gun shots already. Now that is some real drama. You know there would be awesome brawls between babies mama's and daddies.

How about Real Housewives of San Francisco? You could focus on how parents just drop their kids off with their nannies and see them once a week for an hour or two. You could then focus on how they completely despise public transit--being the most earthy city period--and how they can never find decent parking for their Range Rover. You could also follow their snotty kids who go to private high schools and drive to school when it is only a block away.

Or, Real Housewives of Trailer parks? Yeah? The possibilities are endless here. I can see the trash cans tipped over already.

I think we could branch out a little bit more these days. Everything is getting too routine and why even stop there? Real Housewives of Clowns? Magicians? Husbands trapped in the closet (and the light is on, by the way). Get more creative...
What frightens me most about today is how dumb we all are. Okay, not all of us--but most of us. No one reads, writes, watches the news (exception of a few), movies are just reiterated books, the only television shows with ratings are ones that have Brett Michaels name embedded in them, and worst of all, we all just do what thy neighbor does.

This whole Internet thing--full of adventures--mostly utilized for sexual relief and illegal music downloading (Yeah, you know who you are) has taken over the world. We are all words and fists--MySpace bulletins--when elections are going on, but what about when they aren't?

We are supposed to be a well informed country--we get mad when propositions do not pass and when vice-presidential candidates shop till they drop--yet we don't know a damn thing about what runs this country and this empire of an economy we live in. All we know is what LC and Whitney wore to a fashion show on The Hills last night. Superb.

To me, IPhones and the Internet has turned us into inane objects of the future that spit out things like "prolly," or "LOL." No. Stop while you're ahead Jenny from the Block--I mean, blok. Good Grammar has been forgotten and replaced with this digi-dialiect that I still have to decode in weird text messages.

If we keep it up, I wonder what job requirements will end up being. "Frequent use of FaceBook and familiarity with Wikipedia?" Why not? I could see it.

The future was supposed to transcend and empower us but we just keep stepping backwards. Yeah, it is easier to just write it all off--times are tough, I encourage a Grey Goose release--but that doesn't excuse the dumb realism that has settled in and taken up residency.

So don't be another brick in the wall--yeah, I said it--tagged with "smoke weed everyday." Don't wait to be the last to find out something really bad happened.



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