Real Housewives
....cross-posted from our sister site, New Jersey Moms Blog.
I usually read before bed. I haven't watched television, other than cartoons of course, in what seems like months. For whatever reason, I decided against reading last night and grabbed the remote control. There was nothing that peaked my interest, let alone had any redeeming value. I settled on "The Real Housewives of NYC." I watched it for about a half hour. It was like watching a train wreck. I couldn't look away. Never, in my adult life, have I seen women over the age of 15 behave in such a manner. I won't get into the details.
Now, I know that the women portrayed on the show aren't representative of all housewives in NYC. In fact I know they're not, as most seemed to own second homes in The Hamptons. Is it money that brings out the pettiness in women? Is it the lack of something meaningful to do that causes them to act like juveniles? Now, I'm no fool. I know the show is not meant to teach us about living our best lives or how to treat our neighbors. I'm sure the producers purposely choose women who possess qualities that will drive up ratings. It's similar to the Jerry Springer phenomenon I guess. Afterall, the producers must have done something right. They captured my attention for a short while. But after turning off the show, I found myself unable to get to sleep. Afterall, it is a "reality show." I wondered if this is what most housewives are truly like on the inside. I wondered if what I had just watched could be in my future. Afterall, maybe I'm just too caught up in dirty diapers and vomit to see the pettiness and gossip all around me. Are people, women specifically, always jealous of other women or are they able to rejoice over another's accomplishments? Are women more consumed with their temporary outward appearances than with their inner qualities that won't fade with age?
