Valerie here...
As I sit here typing this blog in my air conditioned home, I am imagining the sweltering heat I will be greeted by tomorrow night, in NYC. Though I will not be staying in Manhattan, dare I hope for a sighting of my favorite NYC housewives?
This week's episode revolved around the Countess' music video, "Chic c’est la vie." The video had all the women talking. Alex spears some weenies and cooks them over a patio fire pit at her Brooklyn home. She refused to be a part of the video because she doesn't agree with LuAnn's message. If the video were a gangster rap or show tunes, sign her up. But she will not tolerate LuAnn talking down to the "little people." She does aptly point out that LuAnn is forever talking about her title, which she earned from marriage, not lineage.
If you have class, you shouldn't have to talk about it, Darling.
Alex then revealed on camera that she doesn't like to talk about where she came from, yet she quickly followed up by delving into her past. It was a hard life. Her father, who owned oil wells in Kansas only owned three homes!
We cut to Ramona, who also doesn't want to be in the video because she wants to remain a steadfast role model for her daughter. While a simple "no" would've sufficed, she took great pride in her parenting skills and seemed to enjoy insinuating that LuAnn did not. Although I was intrigued in the lecture, I couldn't take my eyes off of Ramona's facial expressions. What is with her eyes?! She has effectively scared me off of Botox.
We then see Sonja in an interesting pink nightgown and robe at 11:30 a.m. making breakfast for Cindy. She informs viewers, and Cindy, how busy she is and how she went out of her way to arrange this breakfast. Breakfast at 11:30 on a weekday? Lady, you are not busy. This seemed to be the thoughts of her guest, who took a business call during breakfast. Major No-No, Cindy. You will remain on the you-know-what list with Sonja for life. No more toaster oven meals for you!
There were some lighter moments in the episode. We go to watch the women strut their stuff in the music video. LuAnn looked fierce in a red dress. And while I am an advocate for people following their passions no matter the age, what is her goal with these videos? Her video producer looks like a clown. Stop wearing the v-neck shirts and gold jewelry. Gross. Worse, this song is nothing but drivel. No heart, no soul. You can only pull of that crap if you can dance half-naked on stage while gyrating on a chair. Now that would show some class.
Speaking of dancing...we get to see the three blondes try to get down in a dance studio. I loved Alex's earnest efforts. Elbows working awkwardly in a rhythm against her hips. I got the "Elaine" title for my own dancing (from Seinfeld, the good 'ole days), so I felt for her rigid movements. At least Alex can always make fun of herself. Her self-deprecation earns her a gold star from me.
The person who gets their name written on the blackboard: Mario in Brooklyn. We get it, the housewives and their househusbands don't like Brooklyn. I'd love to see them in the Upper Peninsula at some dive bar if they think Brooklyn is roughing it. But please, Mario, spare us the whining during a party to support the arts.
The season is coming to an end, and the teasers have me sweating. OK, it could really just be that I'm dreading this insufferable heat, but really, I am excited. A bun in the oven for Ramona? Another cat fight between Cindy and Sonja? I'll get the popcorn popping!
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