If you’ve met me for five minutes (or if you read my tweets) you’ll know I have a mad pash for reality TV. For years, my husband has chided me as I sit and faithfully live tweet Real Housewives and Southern Charm. I’d tweet more shows, but I usually record them and watch them as time permits.
Recently, I started contributing to All About The Tea, a reality website that shares recaps, scoops, and news about my favorite reality shows. So far, I’ve recapped Housewife blogs, which I LOVE because sometimes those ladies go wild as they try to explain away their behavior for the week.
I don’t know why I’m drawn to reality TV. I think in another life I would have been a cultural anthropologist. That’s sort of what this is like—watching rich, semi-famous women in their somewhat natural habitat. Now I know a lot of the storylines are there for our viewing pleasure, but often you get real moments. Poignant moments. You see the good and bad in everyone. And I don’t believe you can fake a personality for an entire season. To observe how people react in these (usually) forced groups is always fascinating for me.
When my son came home from school a few weeks ago, he dragged me into a new show. Ink Masters. I don’t have any tattoos. I’m far too squeamish to ever think about it, but after watching a few episodes I found myself casting a critical eye on contestants’ wobbly lines and dubious shading. Never mind the fact that I couldn’t draw a straight line to save my life. But that’s the fun thing about watching these shows—it turns everyone into an armchair authority.
So this is my life lately. During the day, I’m get to write fiction—I’m currently working on a romance series featuring Irish expats. Heaven! And in my spare time I get to write about reality TV. The cherry on my awesome sundae. I’m blessed, I tell you!
If you’re like me and you’ve never met a Housewife show you didn’t like, stop by and say hello. Or come join me for live tweeting. It's addictive!