Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Give me a home where the buffalo roam

I just finished watching the Real Housewives of New York City and I sincerely hope that Bravo found these women at their psychiatrist's offices where they are discussing their insecurities regarding social standing, style, class, and acceptance.

"I don't know what to wear. Do I look okay? Are you sure I look okay?" "It's nice to be on a vacation where I don't feel like I have to impress anyone" "Why did she invite her and not me?" "If you have children you have to live on the upper east side to get them in the right schools" "It takes a lot of money to climb the social ladder"....geesh.
It makes me long for the good old days of the OC Housewives where the boobs were the only thing that were so blatantly fake.

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