Peace, Love, & Pearls

The Real (read: FAKE) Housewives of New York City

or, why I am addicted to the trashiest reality show on television today

by: caro

Please, loyal reader(s) forgive me, for not blogging for 3 days. It is three-fold, really, the reason behind this. First of all, because Lola has left me temporarily, for a different continent, I have no one reminding me to blog, also, because of the different time zone, we don't get to g-chat and therefore are lacking the witty repartee that tends to lead to blog topics. Finally, we have decided to try to keep this from turning into a full on bitch-fest, and the last three or four days have been less than desirable, so I needed to take a break before I brought you all down with me.

So, that being said, I will blog about my newest (and dearest) guilty pleasure. This is known to me, as television cocaine, but to the commoner, as "The Real Housewives of New York City." Now, the primary reason I am obsessed with this show is because of the blatant over-the-top-ness of these insane women. That, and the fact that most of them all have accents straight out of Long Island or the dirty Jerz. Though this may or may not be a regular thing, I believe I will base tonight's blog on my tearing apart of LuAnn-I mean, Mrs. deLesseps. Stop the presses, that is COUNTESS deLesseps to you, commoner. I will say this about that, she is probably the classiest, prettiest, best poised of the tramps on this show, that being said, she is still a bitch.

In tonight's episode, we see Bethenny, the only non-housewife of the show (does she even belong?) introducing LuAnn to her (Bethenny) driver by her first name. The Countess has to school Bethenny on proper introduction etiquette, and who exactly does not have to refer to her as "Mrs." It all seemed very complex...and fake. I guess this is something I may never understand, because Mr. Wonderful happens to, unfortunately, not be a Count...and my dreams of being royalty, let alone a princess, have been crushed.

Luckily for all of us, Bethenny learned how to properly introduce the Countess to Jill's maid as Mrs. deLessep, erego, saving the upper east side from a royal-murder on their hands, and one hell of a mess for that poor indentured servant to clean up. Thank the good lord for that.

In case you haven't yet, tune into this show. It is addictive, much on the same level as diet coke, endorphins, warm chocolate chip cookies, and alcoh...I mean...milk.