As I sit here in front of my computer my mind is whirling with all the event of this latest round of shows from Bravo. Aviva and her leg toss, Porscha and Kenya coming to blows and all the other stunts which have occurred during this season. Somehow I just cannot get past all the violence, name calling and other assorted actions these women, a term that doesn't seem to fit, but what the hell, I am feeling heady this evening, have exhibited.
As many of you know, I love to sit in front of my TV, watch the shows and tweet my reactions to what I see. I loved it, once...now? Not so much. I felt it was raw, uncensored and kept my comic timing honed to a fine point. Now I just sit there and call the ladies out on their obvious lack of honesty. Take Tamra Judge, from RHOC. She lied on camera about repeating what Shannon had said to her. Not once but many times. To Shannon, in regards to Shannon and for interviews regarding the scene in question. She lied and was filmed doing so. I just don't like to watch people do that. Its not entertaining to me. Nor is watching Vicki and Crooks get naked and have massages. I am still working diligently with my therapist trying to erase that image from my mind.
The violence is what bothers me the most. Andy has lost control of these waxed, botoxed, glamazons on the reunion shows. They now tell him what questions they will ask. For instance, Ramona, who loved when the Countess was going through her own personal hell of a divorce, to throw digs and innuendos at the Countess, but now that her own husband has found a much cheaper, younger and far more mentally stable version of her, she will not answer the questions. Like any of us blame Mario, pig from hell that he is, from finding some solace in the arms of a more rational person. In the end its petty. Its not even remotely interesting anymore. We go from one argument to another with the understanding that the women are paid to prance around, dress-up and fight. There is no other story line anymore.
Gone are the days when it was fun and exciting to watch the Countess realize a dream of recording a hit single. Even if it was auto-tuned to hell and back. It was fun. Watching Bethany take her dreams of being successful in the business word to the shelves of my local grocery store. Who doesn't like a Skinny Girl Margarita? Listening to Vicki ramble on about her insurance agency and how busy she always was. Now we see her peeing the bed and buying hair and teeth for a man who is neglectful of his children. Is that really entertaining? Not for me.
I am into shows I don't tweet about, like Big Freda...I love that crazy, but sweet black drag queen do his thing. Good TV. Bravo doesn't have it anymore. The whole cattiness of the shows, all of them on Bravo are beyond nauseating, they are dull. Listen, I love a good cat fight like the next lonely homo, but hell, after 3 episodes of RHOA, I had my fill from Nene and her homophobic rants...do we really need more? The opening season of Ladies of London was just another attempt by the executives of Bravo trying just another location with the same premise to lure in those last two remaining human beings who are not aware of Bravo and the shows. I really don't think watching that show, with such divine creatures, like Clamitia, aka Caprice or Anna-Dull go at it was fun and I don't think the whole USA vs. UK was a thrill on either side of the ocean. Juliet and her frantic energy or her even more frantic attempts to be seen as a "good American" helped at all. Not for me at least. I was yawning in 5 point 2 seconds and trolling my shows menu in the upper right hand of my TV.
Falling Skies, Tyrant, Witches Of The East End, Big Freda, The Last Ship are the shows I am watching and have on my DVR. I don't want to watch women be prompted to have more explosive fights. I don't believe any of the women on any of the shows are friends. These shows are not about those people who have lives far different from mine. Hell, if I wanted to watch someone like Nene behave badly and be homophobic, I would just call my mother and save myself a ton of money each month and cancel my cable subscription. There are no more charity events. Just one or two good fights...the audience picks sides, Twitter and Facebook go apeshit, then there is the trip abroad and then a reunion show or three. This is where they rip each other to shreds and then we wait for the next season to begin.
In the beginning it was fun. We met and saw a different side of life most of us will never be a part of. Lavish parties, designed digs and cribs, in other words, a life where work is a four letter code word for poor. We really believed they were friends and we were watching through a tiny window lives which appeared to much more exciting than ours. I found lots of new people who shared my interest in the shows and it was fun. I felt part of a community.
The shows have become troublesome for me. I find all the wives to be boring, ignorant, intolerant and most of all, MANIPULATIVE. I refuse to even acknowledge RHONJ and RHOA, nor do I tweet about them. RHOM was done long ago for me. RHOC is now on the chopping list for me. I just can't anymore. This last season with Aviva and the leg toss sealed their fate with me as well.
I miss the light-hearted fun, the community of people who watched and gossiped about the shows but most of all I miss the "newness" of the shows. I feel like I am a sheep and Bravo is leading me down a path that will end with me on the cliff. They are laughing all the way to the bank, their ever so needy ego's are being filled by the adoration and controversy of the fans and we are left to watch women behaving badly for money. Legs being thrown, teeth falling out, anal sex, drug and alcohol abuse are now normal. People being brutally beaten seems normal. They say oops and I am sorry and all is better.
I write this post to let others know its okay to come out of the closet and say, "I too, don't like the shows anymore." Stand up, be counted and most of all....let Bravo know.
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