ORLY? |
1. They're made of plastic. So much plastic. Someone should tell every single one of them that lifting their faces and injecting their lips does not make them more attractive. Their chests simply do not look real. If you have to purchase your physical features, you're trying too hard.
Cute as a doll. Not as a person. |
2. They shout "You're so fake!" at one another so frequently that it must be the truth. About all of them. They're saying it themselves.
3. At any given time, their hair looks "did" and their make-up looks airbrushed on. This is pretty at a party, but in one's own home, again, it just looks like they're trying too hard. If they were really pretty, they would brush out their hair, put on some eyeliner, and be done with it.
4. Their lives are sterile. There's not a speck of dirt on their clothes, in their homes, or on their snowy white yap-yap dogs. Life is slightly dirty. There's something not quite right about how clean these women are.
True story. |
5. Their children are more spoiled than the leftovers wrapped in tin foil hidden at the back of your fridge. Seriously. Growing up isn't about getting everything that you want and more. If it is, then I did something seriously wrong when I was younger. Honestly, this show makes me want to transport the kids to a rural farm, park them with a working-class family, and see what happens.Now, wouldn't that make for an interesting reality TV show?
Wouldn't it be nice to be born with a silver spoon in your mouth? |
It's not just the housewives of Beverly Hills that follow this trend. The Barbie-esque stereotype of "beauty" seems to be the look of choice of all of the "real housewives" on Bravo. This encompasses those of Atlanta, New York, the O.C., and maybe a few other cities that I'm not remembering right now. But the point is, I've seen at least a few episodes of every series. These women live in impressive cities. They throw fantastic parties, drive luxurious cars, and buy fabulous houses. They receive extravagant gifts from their husbands, go on exotic vacations, and never ever worry about cash. And yet, I don't want to be them. I don't want to walk on eggshells on for my entire life. I don't want to "watch my back" because my neighbors are vindictive. I want to be able to say what I want, eat what I want, and be friends with whoever I want, without having to consider possible backlash. I would rather be happy than rich.
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