
MamaPop would like to extend our deepest thanks to the good people at Bravo. Why? For looking beyond the cheap tricks and easy ratings gimmicks of "reality TV" to provide us, instead, with the probing and thoughtful study of the Real Housewives of New Jersey — each episode a near-sonnet to the truth and beauty of life in America's suburbs.
What kind of a person goes to a pediatric cancer benefit with the intent of starting a knife fight? Thanks to Real Housewives of New Jersey, we now know the answer.
The more deeply into Real Housewives of New Jersey Season 2 we plunge, the more odd a dichotomy it becomes. On the one hand, as a record of trash culture, it's at once fascinating and kind of horribly wonderful. On the other hand... as an on-screen example of parenting in motion, it's a far more uncomfortable experience.
Quick: name the top five events in human history. Whaddya got? Alexander the Great discovering the New World? The evolutionary leap of opposable thumbs? The Boston Red Sox winning the 2004 World Series? Bruce Willis blowing up the killer meteor from beyond in Armafuckinggeddon? All worthy choices, but push 'em down — because as of right now, all five spots are officially taken by the relaunch of Real Housewives of New Jersey.