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To catch you up — I did not see any New York Housewives on my trip to the city. My guess is, we travel in different social circles. After enjoying several social engagements that did not require couture clothing, I revelled in some serious couch time and caught up on a lot of TV junk, Sunday. I reasoned that it was too hot to venture outside and I was proved correct when my husband emerged drenched in sweat from a seventeen-mile bike ride. OK, I was being lazy.
So, I know that we're already into reunion time for the Housewives, but can we talk about the season finale?
We saw LuAnn lavishly celebrating her one-year anniversary. Now, I understand that LuAnn is happy and wants to show it off, but really, it was a bit ostentatious. One year? It's like a friend and co-worker (Ann Zaniewski) once said about re-commitment ceremonies, "It's the kiss of death." What does that say about a one-year dating anniversary? Even Jacques expressed concern for next year's anniversary (if they make it) after being serenaded by his lady, accompanied by the famed Natalie Cole.
I am still unclear why the famous singer was present.
During all of the drinking and yacht hobnobbing, Ramona insists that she must be pregnant after her breast swell and her lady friend disappears. Heels aflight, Sonja and Ramona run to the "The Head" for a party pregnancy test. Jill runs after them like the girl who didn't get invited to the after-prom party and bangs on the door demanding to get in. I kept wishing a "Sixteen Candles" moment would take place and they would put Jill in a class-encased table.
Back to the pregnancy. Apparently, the botox has seeped into Ramona's brain. Lady, you could be a grandma by now. You are not pregnant, you are entering menopause. It must be delightful to be so delirious.
Although featured less and less in the waning episodes, Kelly offers some funny quips regarding Simon and Alex twittering at the party.
In a paraphrase: "Are they tweeting to each other?"
"You're so hot."
"No, you're so hot."
I have to say, I am team Kelly this season — if I could just forget last season...
So now, it's reunion time. I am saving them up to watch them together On Demand. The anticipation kills me. Aforementioned Ann, said it was almost too awful to bear. I can only imagine the clucking. Reunion episodes actually give my husband a headache.
One episode did not suit me though — I was having a marathon. So, I peeked a bit at "The Kardashians."
I really felt for Kim when she was diagnosed with psoriasis. When you're money maker is covered in skin rashes, it's cause for concern. Her mother seemed so unsympathetic, I was shocked. Is Kris Jenner (wanna be Kardashian) becoming the biggest media whore out of all the ladies?
Here's a reminder Kris, be a mom first! Stop treating Bruce (your husband, light of your life) like a dog. Hand him his balls back and be kind to him. Stop ordering him around, leaving him off your family photo wall of fame, and my god, keep your married name.
I also watched a bit of "Bill and Giuliana." It was hard seeing the duo struggle through failed in vitro fertilization last season. I so hope the pair can make a baby. And how cute would he/she be?
Lastly, I watched one episode of "Jerseylicious." This show seems even more fake than all the other reality TV trash out there. The fights between Olivia and, well, everyone, are draining me. I think I'm over it — that is, until I crave some leopard hot pants!
My low self-esteem from watching such alluring crap makes me feel the urge to note that I also read three books in the last two weeks. I don't have the loads of money to pad my self-worth like the above-mentioned reality stars; thus, I need your acceptance.
Until next time...
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