The Real Housewives of New York City Are Really Rude Imposters

It's 11:40 PM.  Tom's asleep and I'm surfing the channels of my nonflat-screen TV.  I stumble across the "so-called"  Real Housewives of New York City on Bravo.  I lament about the old Bravo when it programmed British period pieces and independent films.

Those were the days.   

To borrow some phrasing from another era and former VP candidate Lloyd Bentsen:   I know New York housewives.  I am friends with New York housewives.  And you all are not the Real Housewives of New York City.

I've watched this show maybe once or twice and to be blunt the whole thing is sickening. These are a bunch of mean,  self-centered, and overindulged women who apparently don't get that we are in the midst of a Great Recession.  When I click them out of my life, I immediately jump up and down with joy about what a wonderful and meaningful life I lead.

Tuning in every now and then makes me downright grateful for what I have!