I've been in the United States for 4 days now and I've managed to catch up on every episode of Real Housewives of Beverly Hills and I'm 2/3rds of the way through Millionaire Matchmaker.
Hi, my name is Marie and I am hopelessly addicted to reality shows on Bravo TV.
When I left for London, I had to quit my obsession cold turkey. For days, I went through withdrawals. Shaking, cold sweats, screaming out for Bethenny in the middle of the night...
no joke. I love this woman. I wish we could skip around New York, making recipes from her cookbook and talking sarcastic smack about people. *sigh*
It's been a long, cold 3 months without American cable, but I was surviving. More than that, I was thriving. No longer was I spending hours watching Ramona and Jill drink too much Sauvignon Blanc. Instead, I was a functioning member of society. I was up, I was active, I had color in my cheeks and some pep in my step.
and then I came home.
Thursday morning, I settled down on my parents couch, remote in hand and tipped my toe lightly into the 400 channel HD TV pool. I was nervous, did I remember how use the DVR? What if I couldn't find Bravo anymore?
but, like a moth to a flame, a crackhead to his...well...crack, I landed on Bravo OnDemand and before I even realized it, I was tuned in to RHoBV (Real Housewives of Beverly Hills for those who aren't fiends like myself). The first episode I found? Titled "My Mansion is bigger than your Mansion" aaaaaah, America. I love you.
I am instantly hooked again. With every pump of collagen in Taylor's lips, I am getting my fix.
I just can't stop. I am trying, but my parent's living room has become my own personal crack den.
Please ignore my chipped nail polish. I can't be bothered to do mundane tasks, much less personal hygiene maintenance...especially when Patti Stanger is involved. But, let this picture prove to you that while I am self-professed reality tv addict with a penchant for dirty afternoons filled with Bravo TV, I'm no liar...
as you can see, the creepy spiky haired guy that Patti calls her VIP of Whoring Out Millionaire Men is in the background.
I like to call it background research. Don't all the great authors drink Cosmopolitans at 4pm on a Sunday and watch trashy reality tv? I'm pretty sure Hemingway did. He dabbled in all sorts of crazy drugs, I'm sure there was some cheeky television and a pink tinted cocktail in there somewhere.
I will promise you this: after I hit Publish Post, I will finish this cocktail, turn off the TV, and go take a shower.
Wait a minute. There's a Project Runway marathon starting in 10 minutes...hmmm....looks like it'll be a liquid dinner with my homie Heidi Klum.
Goodnight, kids. If someone could go out and get a few breaths of fresh air for me today, I'd really appreciate it.
6 comments:
The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills are just unreal. Train wreck of the century.
Plus, unlike housewives of seasons-past, even though they're pictured near and around food/drink, they really never do either. It's amazing.
Completely agree with all of the above. Especially Bethenny. I wish she could be our BFF.
I am obsessed with Bravo. James tells me that Bravo started as the gay man's television stations... I am not offended by hist statement since it only explains why the gays and I get along so well. And sorry but I am a Ramona whore all the way.
As a fellow Bravo reality TV junkie, I actually think you are getting your fix the better way...a long steady stream of bad dates, Botox & Bethenny is better than having to anxiously await your next fix!
I can't even deal with how much I love Bethenny and Bravo and everything reality. Hold me. HOLD ME.
I know this is late posting but I just found your blog and I'm cracking up reading your entries (at work...teeheehee). But I completely agreed that Bravo reality shows are crack! Once I start watching I can't stop...the bigger the trainwreck the better!
Thanks for me making giggle on this dull (thank god) Friday :)
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