Am I the only one who struggles to justify my general attitude of superiority to all things related to the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills?
Maybe I am.
It is the one place that I can go to justify that yes, phew, at least I’m not so shallow and small as these women, seen through the haze of gossip and greed reality TV.
By comparison, don’t I appear less a “work in progress” and closer to “one who has arrived”?
A problem with my theory happened last week in the form of one Yolanda Foster. Mother to current it-girl model Gigi Hadid and friend to, well, to her convictions, Foster refused to behave like a jerk.
Four women were acting catty and bratty toward one woman, and pressured Foster to join in, but she kindly and firmly stood her ground.
“I think that it’s very easy for all of us to just kick her to the curb, you know, but… life today is very lonely. We need to look out for each other,” she said, and then went on to defend the woman through about ten minutes of berating by the others.
Wait a minute.
This episode was a Real Housewives reunion that, believe me, is code for: here be dragons in this, the darkest of dark places.
Instead, here be a Housewife character showing me up by coming through for a friend. At a particularly dark moment. Even as it put her in a vulnerable hot seat with somebody who was on her way down.
And that is a hard thing to do.
Just ask Peter.
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