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One of the things I love most about the Bravo "Real Housewives" franchise of shows is: how un-apologetically they embrace the facade that is their collective life. For these ladies: fake equals authenticity.
Yep, I love me some irony.
I find this to be particularly true of the "Real Housewives of Beverly Hills". I mean, everything about these women, most of them, anyway, is artificial from their hair extensions to their acrylic nails to their faux eyelashes to their enhanced fronts and backs (if you catch me) to their collagen lips to their reconstructed faces, whew! They're sort of like Lindsay Wagner's character in the 1970s series "The Bionic Woman".
Man I wanted to be Jamie Somers when I was little. I digress.
Any-who, other than their opulent jewelry, luxury cars, lavish label clothing, homes with marble flooring, gold-crusted crown molding, et al, which are so real it's actually sickening to most normal folk (one wife's kitchen refurbishment was double the cost of my house, just sayin') - their entire collaborative existence is completely counterfeit.
This includes their affection for one another. In fact, they regularly joke about the "Beverly Hills" air kisses and pretend compliments and bogus bonds of friendship, etc.
And, appalling as it sounds, I almost think it's refreshing in a way. I'd take that any day over people who "love" me to my face and trample me underfoot as soon as I'm out of earshot.
I'd rather someone say: "Love you" and when I call them out that they're full of poopy doo, have them look me straight in the eyes and declare, "You're right. I really don't!" ala Lisa Vanderpump.
Well, if we're talking true druthers, I wish we could all just get along...or at least, peacefully exist, Capisce?
Ah well, a gal can dream, right? :)
#BeKind #BeLoyal #BeTrue #Pray #Peace