We all have secret
shames. I probably have more than most; I’ll
hang a few out there for you. I eat Girl
Scout cookies in the dark after ferreting them out of hiding places in my
pantry. I have a purse farm in my son’s
closet that I sometimes just go and look at…yet I carry the same old bags all
the time. I have clothes in my closet
from every adult size I have ever been – despite Real Simple’s ongoing admonishment to purge.
I am a Bravo TV junkie.
Hardcore. When I was kvetching about having no internet
in Florida last week, I was at least – if not more – distraught about not
having access to my Bravo shows. I just
didn’t advertise it as much. Now that
you know I can, in fact, have words with a woman at the Target Lilly event, you
might as well know about my Bravo thing. I’m particularly fond of the Real Housewives. In order: NYC, BH, NJ/OC (tie), ATL. ç you wondered,
right? And I watch all the other Bravo
shows, too, sooooo…it’s just kind of my thing.
And I watch them over and over.
Like, my TV has only one channel, for the most part. Mind you, I don’t pay attention every minute,
but I can be pretty sure that by the third time I’ve had the episode on I’ve
seen every bit of it.
If you’re turning up
your nose at me, reflect a moment. People
have said “Eeewww, how can you watch that!”-type things to my face. I didn't exactly go all Target-animal on them, but...I’m sure you have some show or thing or
whatever I might not understand. Maybe
it’s football or dog shows or something.
Thank goodness for my mom. My
mother (shout out!!! Hi, mom!) is a
fellow Bravo devotee, and we have been known to discuss these people as if they
are our family members. Like, seriously
in-depth analytical conversations. And I’d
love to be an episode re-capper! I don’t
think I could ever top Julie Klausner, who did the recaps for NY Magazine before she began writing her
own show, so I’m afraid to even try.
Do you think less of
me? I mean, I’ve talked a good game
about my knowledge of the child modeling industry. I’m quite well-educated. I read good stuff. I have mad investigative skills. I guess I am a little paranoid, though. People judge, right? And reality TV does seem to rank at the
bottom of some people’s TV food chains.
Tell me that you are a Bravo junkie, though, and it’s like we have a bond.
Sometimes, I wonder,
would I ever do reality TV? Have I
watched so many hours of Bravo shows that I know better? Or would it be kind of fun? Is it like a New York street shell game: you think you’ve studied all the ins and
outs and can outsmart the producers? Or
will you have your season of being a total b!otch/skank/psycho regardless? What about a scripted series based on my life
where I play myself but have creative control?
Because those are becoming things now, too. Julie Klausner has one coming out.
This is where you hear
the record screeching to a dead stop noise: would I be interesting enough to
watch?
Well, I guess that
ended that!
Going on a little
adventure this weekend. It may or may
not be related to this post. I may or
may not have anything interesting to report back. But like any good reality show, you need a
good cliffhanger…so there you go!
What’s your take on
reality TV? Add a comment here, on my
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