Friday, August 7, 2009
Dirty little secret
I have never been a fan of reality TV. I never caught on to the "survivorbigbrotherfindanewwife/husbandbuildahouseforthoselessfortunateyouhavebadkidshireanannyandswapspouses" craze. My friends would be all "dude, the Amazing race 13 is on" and would be all "whatevs". I did "find" American Idol during its 4th season and have seen it sporadically since but I generally turn my nose up at "those people" that enjoy the reality shows. Cut to last year (I love saying"cut to") and I am changing channels on a boring weeknight and there are two women just acting all kinds of ignorant at some party. I was slightly intrigued so I watched some more. What is this dramatic goodness I said to myself. And that is how I started watching The Real Housewives of Atlanta. I have never seen an episode of any other Real Housewives but something about this group just has me hooked. I saw the first 2 episodes of the new season last night and the juicy gossip and drama picked up right where it left off last year.