THE REAL HOUSEWIVES OF GD EVERYWHERE
05.26.09It wasn’t enough that TV networks turned to reality shows because they’re cheaper and easier to make than scripted shows. Now, merely coming up with a new idea for a reality show is too much effort, as Bravo is now casting for the fifth — f-cking FIFTH! — installment of its Real Housewives series, “The Real Housewives of D.C.” TV producers are now officially the laziest people on the planet (just barely ahead of bloggers).
“We’re tapping personalities who are among Washington D.C.’s influential players, cultural connoisseurs, fashion sophisticates and philanthropic leaders – the people who rub elbows with the most prominent people in the country and easily move in the city’s diverse political and social circles,” said Bravo Media executive VP and GM Frances Berwick. [B&C]
Who? Who are you people watching the Real Housewives shows? SHOW YOURSELVES. I will come to your door and punch you in the face and break your TV into shards. It’s the only way you’ll learn.


I love this picture as much as the next guy, but every time I see it I can’ help thinking “Why is Michelle Obama planting a tree in the middle of a swamp? Does the swamp need more trees? Apparently not because I can see lots of swamp trees behind her. Couldn’t they have found a better place to plant that tree?” And then I spill nacho cheese all over my sweatpants.
you know what helps ME learn? Lap Dances.
Having lived on the outskirts of DC, I can only imagine a few of the scenarios they’ll face:
1. Monique frets over whether her daughter Meridian will be accepted the local magnet school Thomas Jefferson High.
2. Donna and Kim attend a Redskins game in one of the luxury boxes and ignore their host when he tries to explain to them what a “touchdown” is.
3. Jennifer attends a charity event at the National Press Club, drinks too much wine and throws up in the women’s restroom.
Will I watch? Let’s put it this way: I’d rather watch my own parents being murdered than watch this show.
The show ought to be about the other housewives in D.C. The one’s that are crack dealers, and prostitutes. I’d watch that show. Once or twice.
Buddy, they already made that show. It’s called, COPS. (Now in ver 2.0 for white-trash, black-hate in the 21st century)
Sorry. I didn’t realize you were so sensitive about black crack dealing prostitutes.
I don’t get it. What does Michelle have to do with a bunch of selfish old bust down wanna be Real Housewives? Yea, I would love get a lap dance right about now.
Between these shows and Desperate Housewives, women at home are getting far too much attention. I liked it back in the old days, when men treated their wives terribly causing them to become alcoholics. It leads to good child raising.
/climbs under bed to sleep