Thursday, October 16, 2008

Real Desperate Housewives of Atlanta

Ok, I finally got a chance to watch the first episode of "Real Housewives of Atlanta" (second episode is still on the DVR). Listening to the radio and reading the AJC, one can deduce lots of people of the ATL are DISGUSTED. Lisa Wu-Hartwell appeared to be a force to be reckoned with.....the others simply ain't 'bout shit. I found this commentary interesting:

By Kevin Forest Moreau

While many Americans spent last Tuesday night getting better acquainted with presidential candidates John McCain and Barack Obama, I spent an hour getting to know five women I’ve never met. The debut episode of “The Real Housewives of Atlanta” taught me some things about the city I call home. It was entertaining, in an “I can’t believe I’m still watching this” kind of way (Aja, record this when it comes on kind of way). But I also learned a thing or two about myself that, perhaps, I wish weren’t true:
  1. Why am I still watching this?
  2. why am I somewhat envious of the way they blow money considering i've turned into mr. frugal (kinda sorta) evident by the convo below:
Paul: Why does Aiden need TWO Boppys? (giving Aja the side eye)
Aja: One vibrates only and one swings only.
Paul: Ok (lookin' like...wth?...thinking, "are you serious?").

The funniest part about the Boppy question is I'm being super frugal and I didn't even pay for them! They were both gifts.....WTH? Ok back to the commentary:

Cast member, Sheree Whitfield (who makes me sick) is divorcing former ATL Falcon Bob Whitfield (who let Vick get sacked too many times); Kim Zolciak (white gul) is unmarried, but in a relationship with a wealthy man she refers to only as “Big Papa,” who declines to be identified or to appear on camera (and NeNe is super ghetto and not in a cute way....unlike Keyshia Cole). But those are minor quibbles, since “The Real Housewives of Atlanta” isn’t concerned with delivering an accurate portrayal of life in the ATL. What would be the point of that? No, this show wants to push our buttons—to pump us up with manufactured drama and shock us with conspicuous consumption (one housewife spends thousands of dollars on a purse; another writes a $68,000 check for gass guzlin' Escalade, and flashes a handful of $100 bills (is she a prostitute or something?) while clothes shopping). And like any good soap opera, “The Real Housewives of Atlanta” wants us to revel in its bitchy feuds and gape in horror at the arrogance, cluelessness and narcissism of its characters. And we do. But as we watch Whitfield channel Meryl Streep from “The Devil Wears Prada” as she plans a massive birthday party for herself, we’re not so much transfixed by her imperiousness as we are saddened by the striking insecurity of a woman who insists that her soiree simply must run smoothly, and that it must be “the talk of the town.” (I certainly never heard of it, although Police Chief Richard Pennington apparently stopped by....READ POST ABOVE ABOUT THE APD.) Likewise, it’s easy to hoot at the sordid theater of Zolciak changing into an outfit in a gas station parking lot, but it’s not as easy to avoid feeling dirty for doing so. And it’s difficult not to feel a measure of pity for a grown mother of two willing to flaunt her questionable assets and impulses in the name of achieving some small drop of “fame” … and a measure of shame that we sit there soaking it all in (Lord, please take the wheel).


In conclusion, I feel sorry for them. It's true what they say...the best things in life are free. I can't even begin to describe the joy and happiness I feel when my
son is in my hands. $PRICELESS.

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