By now you have probably heard of the “Real Housewives” series on Bravo. There are “Real Housewives” of New Jersey, New York, Orange County, and Atlanta. On the way are the Housewives of DC and Houston and who knows where else.
First of all, I hate the word “Housewife”.
It reminds me of those high-heeled, apron wearing, appliance loving women whose life revolved around everything that has to do with a dinner table. Haven’t we evolved?
Having said that, I must admit, I do watch Bravo TV’s Real Housewives. I relate to the women at times and I question the reality of what I’m viewing at other times. It’s my fix kind of like what any of those sports channels would be to my male counterparts.
My biggest question is, what makes the “Real”?
I don’t know anyone like these women. Of course, I live in the middle of no-where. Where I live you’d be embarrassed to drive around in a high-ticket sports car, wearing head-to-toe diamonds, and living the lifestyle that these women portray. The funny thing is, these women sport the nice life and then we later find out in the media that they have filed for bankruptcy protection or their hubbies have dumped them.
So, who is the “Real Housewife”? Me or them?
From what I can see, a “Real Housewife” is probably a women who works part or full time in or out of the home. She raises her kids, occasionally mows the lawn or does some kind of handy work, and she is very concerned about the family finances. After all, we have evolved into an ‘equal partner’ with brains. Haven’t we?
Will I keep watching? You bet!