I am thirty-five, single, and I have no children. The closest thing to a child that I have is my incredibly adorable dog whom I love to dote on. I make this confession because even with this fully disclosed, I find myself strangely connected and drawn to Bravo's new family-centric scripted series Odd Mom Out.
Having followed the Bravo Housewife machine for years, I as charter member of a vast, guilty pleasure-pleading demographic have stayed tuned as a group of golden ticket holders and their familial/romantic sidekicks have skyrocketed to classically superficial fame & fortune as only the media + its masses can offer.
Much like my show Wedding Island on TLC, which was about the behind-the-scenes of what happens at a destination wedding planning company, Below Deck is supposed to be about the crew of the yacht more than it is about the guests who've chartered it. They come and go, but the crew remains the same. Mostly.