I totally thought that I was over reality TV. Then I had the fortune to turn on Bravo running a "Real Housewives of New Jersey" marathon. I never thought that I would love a marathon, but I am hooked.
Let me explain. I was a victim to the horror of the Housewives of the OC. If ever there was a Hindenberg of TV, this was it. But, like every good American passing a car crash, I couldn't help but watch it. I found myself really annoyed at most of these women, because they were cougars, weighed 100 pounds or less, put makeup on to take a shower, and spent thousands on boob jobs, face lifts and other "treatments". So, as you all know, this was a little difficult for me to associate with. And it made me feel bad about myself. They all have huge houses, live these entitled lives, spend their time on girls weekends in San Francisco.... Whenever I watched those shows I felt bad about myself. I am approaching their age and am barely able to hang on to a tiny apartment in West Hollywood not to mention not able to find a mate (becuase EVERY man in LA on eharmony is 6 feet tall).
But in my unemployment, the clouds parted and heaven showed me that there is hope, in New Jersey. OMG- this is my crowd. These are women who don't work out but still wear the tight bedazzled dresses, who break the heels off of their shoes when they get into a FIST FIGHT at a fashion show and women who wear their lipliner about an inch above their irridescantly painted "lips", these are my people! Wow, watching this train wreck makes me feel good about myself, I don't want to stop the car to look at this disaster. But, alas, I did stop the car (or the remote control as the case had it) and watched.... and watched and watched. It was great---- I actually feel good about myself when I compare my life to those in New Jersey, and I don't have a job, a good body, an appointment for botox OR a husband........
Sad Sad Sad
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