Ugh! How I hate that I have been dragged into the tomfoolery and foolishness that is The Real Housewives of Atlanta, but these spoiled and out of touch Peaches keep the entertainment going week after week. Between their cat fights, supposed “careers”, biographies, failed fashion shows, flaming gaydom, screeching vocals, and synthetic weaves/wigs, I am hooked. But of course when I really think about it, it’s just a waste of time. Bravo has us by the chi-chis with this episodic drama, but really, what does this show really say about us Cubicle Chicks, the ebony and/or other than white divas doing it on the daily in our prospective businesses or industries? Is it funny that we are being portrayed as slightly less than desperate housewives who try to like the fabulous life when in reality, our homes are being foreclosed on and we are living check to check like everyone else.
Things that make you go hmmm…
When I opened my inbox today and saw the email from Essence.com regarding the season finale of RHOA, I chuckled and got somewhat excited. What’s a girl to do tonight but to sit down in front of the boob tube and watch the shenanigans that are sure to ensue. But really. Why?
Cubicle Chicks, we’ve got to do better than this. We’ve got to demand, (or at the very least, try to ACT) as though we want to be taken seriously in front of the camera as well as off.
I for one am not sure if I am going to watch next season. If there’s no positivity, then I’ve got no time.