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.
What the Gorgas represent is a backlash to consent that's become shockingly trendy.
If one more over-processed middle aged lady shouts, "I love my gays," as if we are human accessories, I am going to lose it. It is important to have our stories told, and to not discourage those in media to bother trying, but we should stand with critics in asking for a fresh angle.
Two martinis and three sushi rolls later, I am finding the whole evening rather funny. D is not laughing -- or maybe she is... it will be easier to tell in a few months when the botox wears off.
While many may now be tuning into the real life drama of Teresa and Joe Guidice, I have to say, I was an early adopter of The Real Housewives. Not sure I should be proud of that, but it's true.
Sure, they still need scapegoats they can indict instead of Wall Street executives. But America doesn't want to see television's too-good-to-be-true housewife take the fall anymore -- not when it can get a caricaturishly bad one instead. Enter Teresa and Joe Guidice, our newest celebrity defendants.
Gretchen declares that she's going to propose to Slade, deadbeat dad past be damned. She wants to do it in a special way. In an empowering way. In a "Housewives" way. By that, of course, she means heading to a recording studio, hiring a songwriting team, and producing an auto-tuned novelty single.
At the behest of their ice-room attendant, the ladies all do a Polish toast and drink sub-zero vodka shots. Vicki passive-aggressively dares Tamra to stick her tongue on the ice wall, and Tamra complies, pulling a full-on "Christmas Story." By her screams, apparently it has stuck.
Lydia is getting her makeup done by an in-house makeup artist. She proudly proclaims that she's a dual citizen -- half Canadian! -- and, as such, is taking "the girls" on a ski trip to Whistler, B.C.
It's a common truism that in life, and in reality TV, major upheavals like weddings, holidays, cross-country moves, and assembling IKEA furniture can turn rational, lovable humans into diabolical, swarthy sailor versions of themselves. Let's see if this episode proves or disproves this theory, as Tamra shops for her wedding dress.
Lydia is planning a salsa party because she likes to "party and have fun" and believes that, as the self-appointed "Friend Whisperer," she can bring cast outcast Alexis to the event and unite everyone under the auspices of Latin rhythms and booze.
These "guilty pleasures" are all-too-often tied to culture items that have been embraced by a mainstream audience and get erroneously filed away as "guilty pleasures" solely for their popularity.
How many men and women are ready to commit to marriage at 21? Remember, the only time you can change a man is when he's in diapers. The Princeton mom's retro rhetoric is reminiscent of the "ring by spring" mandate for coeds to get engaged by graduation.
It's Heather's first day on set of "Hot in Cleveland." She interviews that family is her number one priority, but this year she's been trying to work on her creative side while "servicing my family."
It's that time again. Summer is upon us and with it comes reruns of your favorite television shows and crappy summer series that will be canceled mid-way into June.
Anyway, Kim Ki-Duk's Pieta, opening in limited release tomorrow, is as twisted and unexpected as much of the Korean cinema that has reached this shore.