Tuesday, June 15, 2010
The Real Housewife Of Detroit
In the polluted world of reality television, The Housewives franchise has done extremely well. I haven't watched any of them except the New York ones which like my short-lived addiction to Top Chef, played during my gym time. This show took me to a city I love, New York, where women who were definitely not housewives said totally stupid shit like, New York City is my playground and I never feel bad about being privileged, lines my women's studies professor, Martha Nichols, would have referred to as "drivel" which was her favorite comment in the margins of student papers. Man, did I love her! She not only made a way where there was no way, she poured cement for a sidewalk for others. Alas I digress, but the question remains: Why and how does a show about housewives who are not really housewives in the traditional sense of the world work? Answer: Much like All My Children on speed. Mother Theresa these darlings are not. Locked in a Sisyphean yelling match about who did what to whom, they wear on the nerves in a way that a pebble in the shoe feels good for a minute. None of them stop to consider whether there feelings or arguments are important. I suppose the fact of the camera removes all doubt.
This guilty little truffle reveals some of the worst of women -- vanity, pettiness, cruelty, and hubris beyond measure. Even Bethenney, ostensibly the down to earth fan favorite, describes herself as a brand. Which is fine. I wouldn't mind having made a bunch of money teaching women how to drink my margaritas and lose weight. Note -- if you use the recipe on this blog, you will not lose weight. That's not how drinking works in my experience. If you want to lose weight, don't drink and eat less. I know this is not what anyone wants to hear so that might explain why I am not a real housewife or a brand. That and I don't like to fight with other women despite the societal belief that women are always out to backs tab, take your man, or run you down into the ground. I do like to clean and write, though. If there's a show for this type of excitement, I'll sign up!
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