I have few guilty TV-watching pleasures in my life. I've only watched two seasons of American Idol, and that was mainly because I had roommates who watched it. I don't do the Bachelor. I haven't watched more than 2 seconds of MTV in the last eight years or so.
But, I do still have my one TV crack addiction: The Real Housewives franchise.
Oh, Real Housewives, how do I love thee? Let me count the trainwrecks. From the very first season of RH of the O.C., I've been a junky, just dying for my next fix.
Ok, that's a bit dramatic. Because of all the nights shifts I work, I didn't catch any of the Atlanta ladies' season and I missed about half of this past cycle of the O.C. I know, I know, it's time to break down and get DVR. I'm getting there, I swear.
But no matter, NYC has become my favorite and IT STARTS BACK TONIGHT! I think I like them the most because they're all the trainwreck with only a third of the blondeness. And Bethenny. I love her. I want her to be my personal chef. Or best friend.
And in grand Real Housewives tradition, there's a new member of the brood. I've yet to grasp why there's always a new housewife. Especially this time around, since everyone from season one is returning. The new ones always end up being lame or super-annoying in a totally unsatisfying way.