Monday, March 16, 2009
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...