Hey look! Another pregnant man!
We went without cable (or satellite) from March to December. It was fine. No one cared, thanks to Netflix streaming on the Wii. There were a few awkward moments when the outside world would be discussing a movie or commercial or new show and I had no idea what they were talking about, but I really didn't care.
Then we found out we could have basic cable for $10 a month for the next 12 months and figured we'd have it hooked up--and so we were sucked right back into the world of television.
I can already tell my IQ has dropped at least 20 points. God, why do I care that this transvestite is having a baby?
I'm addicted to the entire Real Housewives franchise but Real Housewives of Beverly Hills is my favorite. I sit completely transfixed watching and waiting for any sign of life in Camille Grammer's forehead.
(There is none.)
I don't blame Kelsey Grammer for needing a drink or twenty to put up with her. The judge should only have to watch one episode before granting him a speedy divorce. I'm 100% Team Kyle. Camille is insecure and impossible to deal with.
I really want to be Lisa when I grow up. Or at least her permanent houseguest. She can cook, she dresses beautifully, she can arrange flowers, she runs successful businesses, she's gorgeous, she talks pretty, and she handles social situations with grace, class and humor. She's completely unlike all of the rest of those overly botoxed Beverly Hillbillies. I think her and Kyle would actually be enjoyable to be around. Possibly.
I am anxiously awaiting the return of the New York housewives, the Jersey housewives scare me (bitches be crazy!) and the Atlanta housewives make the South look bad. I do like Nene though.
The entire series is proof that money can't buy you class, happiness or good plastic surgery!