08 October 2008

The Real Housewives of Atlan...Ahh Who Cares? Who Cares?

Robert B. Millman, a psychiatry professor at Cornell, coined the term 'acquired situational narcissism' most likely never assuming that there would be such an excellent case study on the disorder as we see on The Real Housewives of Atlanta. Its defined here.

"ASN differs from conventional narcissism in that it develops after childhood and is triggered and supported by the celebrity-obsessed society: fans, assistants and tabloid media all play into the idea that the person really is vastly more important than other people, triggering a narcissistic problem that might have been only a tendency, or latent, and helping it to become a full-blown personality disorder."

Those words are embodied in these five women.

What we have here is essentially a blaxploitation version all the other Housewives shows except these women lack any redeeming qualities what so ever. None of them work and they all take extreme pride in the fact that their husbands, ex-husbands or mystery boyfriends all make millions of dollars that they can take.

DeShawn is married to Eric Snow of the Cleveland Cavaliers, Lisa is married to Ed Hartwell of the Atlanta Falcons who I don't think I've ever heard of, Sheree' is divorcing an NFL player she won't name and the odd one out is Nene. Her husband is just a real estate investor.

Credit to Nene for being the only one that's likeable. Not like really likeable, just sort of funny. Her and her husband also keep their feet on the ground, only giving their son $1000 for his birthday. Sure hes 9, but you know how kids want their Bentley's early these days.

The glory of this show is Kim, who can also be referred to as 'the white girl'. She says she doesn't feel white though, and that's why she loves living in Atlanta. She too is divorced, and is also the one with the afore mentioned mystery boyfriend. He is only referred to as 'Big Papa" and has chosen not to be shown on the show in a last gasp effort to retain dignity. We're assured hes a celebrity.

Shes the real life Carly Bobby. Well a cross between Carly Bobby and Sherri Ann Cabot from Best in Show. She informs us that her life basically revolves around designer labels and she wouldn't care if she died tomorrow because she'd 'die in Dior'. At least shes got her priorities straight.

This episode revolves around a party at Sheree's house. Its you're typical 'This party has to be perfect' My Super Sweet Sixteen nonsense with a $1200 cake and valet parking. Everyone makes a big deal about what they'll wear, Kim shows up looking like an expensive, yet middle aged escort and the big shock of the episode is that Nene isn't on the guest list.

I know, I couldn't believe it either.

Sheree's assistant apologizes profusely but to no avail and none of this really matters at all because you don't care, or shouldn't.

Bravo has supplied us with some gold over the years, this doesn't make the cut. It isn't even something you can watch just to hate. I watched My New BFF last night even though i didn't have to for the blog. Why? Because someone might punch Onch in the throat. I hate that show enough to keep coming back.

I'll have to develop a hate scale where I can clearly illustrate where it crosses the line from 'shitty but I love it' to 'I hope everyone on this show dies'.

Hmm. Next time...

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