
Last night's finale of the three-part Real Housewives of New York reunion again addressed the mental stability (or lack thereof) of castmember Kelly Killoren Bensimon. Bensimon spurred many a Twitter "OMGWTF" with her erratic, emotional behavior throughout this season of RHoNY, culminating in a full-on meltdown during a weekend getaway with other castmates, where she accused fellow Housewife Alex McCord of being a "vampire", claimed Housewife Bethenny Frankel was trying to kill her, and verbally spouted a lengthy barrage of incoherent thoughts that even confused Lost fans. I don't know about you guys, but that type of incident generally harshes the buzz of a beachfront vacay.
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.
It strikes me that The Real Housewives are neither "real" nor "housewives," and I guess that's why I'm not a fan of the show. For me, a "real housewife" isn't a plastic woman bedecked with jewels and enormous fake breasts, but that's just me. I grew up in a trailer park, where "real housewives" were women in curlers and robes smoking Virginia Slims while they figured out how to pay the month's bills. That I'm no fan of the show is of no significance, though, because my preferred television programming includes mostly crime and addiction documentaries. I'm certainly not one to throw stones at birds or glass houses. Or whatever. I loves me a good blind item, though, so when I discovered the following CDAN blind had been revealed, I squeed with glee. Even though, you know, I don't really know who these people are. STILL. A reveal is a reveal.