Drama, drama, drama. That’s what reality television is based on, and it’s what viewers find most appealing. Let’s face it, if reality shows didn’t have full-on brawls, catfights, and backstabbing, they would not be as entertaining.
The Real Housewives of New York City has been my reality television show obsession since last year’s first season. Sure the Orange County Housewives were entertaining with their constant drinking, their spoiling of the brattiest children on television, not to mention their botox, lip injections resembling duck bills and plastic surgery in general.
Not to say that the Real Housewives of New York don’t partake in those activities, but there is one thing that the New Yorkers to that makes them stand apart from the ladies of Orange County: they skip the bitching behind the back, and go straight to the source of the problem- usually, the other Housewives and usually in public.
The group of type A, high-maintenance personalities features a typical Jewish, Long Island princess, a prim and proper Countess, a no-holds-bar business woman who wants to be like her pre-teen daughter, a mother with devilishly wild children and a pretentious husband, and, my personal favorite, a chef turned author who built herself from the ground up and has one-liners that could go on forever.
I am the type of person who likes to keep a minimal amount of negative drama in my life. But to get my fix, I tune in every week on Tuesdays at 10 to BRAVO to see the madness unfold.
The best part is that new viewers can catch up easily with hours of reruns before the week’s new episode. Or, if you are an avid watcher like me, you can just tune in to the reruns for hours of entertainment.
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