It's been almost five years since I first appeared as a dater on Bravo's The Millionaire Matchmaker, squeamishly sitting through a date while an egotistical millionaire berated me for choosing the steak as my dinner choice. But after that episode aired, something very special happened to me.
Mary Amons came into my life a number of years ago, through common acquaintances. Pre Real Housewives of D.C. Slowly but surely, we first became friendly, then friends, and we are on our way to top even that.
I'm noticing what I think might be an infinitely large problem in our society's wedding culture. The majority of this country's 20-something ladies are flooding Pinterest with ideas about everything and anything wedding related
I'm proud to represent an area of Long Island that has been the location for many famous movies and TV shows. Shamefully, it's also now the location for a show whose characters are disgraceful, misleading, and fuel anti-Semitic stereotypes: Princesses: Long Island.
These women seem actually bad at pretending to be on a TV show that pretends to be situated in some sort of reality. Everyone -- cast members, show creators and the network--are just trying way too hard.
From the very first "Housewives of Orange County" show, I was hooked. As the years went on and the new versions started popping up in the different cities, I became obsessed. What was this magnetism that had a hold on my appetite for entertainment?
There's no doubt that there is something genius about the formula that is the Real Housewives franchise. It's everything you've ever wanted your life to be... but you just can't afford. There is a special place in my heart for the ladies of The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills.