Is anybody still watching the pathetic husk of a show that Real Housewives of New Jersey has become? Once a crown jewel in Bravo’s Housewives lineup, in the course of six seasons has devolved into a tepid sorrow-filled Giudice apology tour that only illustrates my previous post on the importance of casting to these reality shows.
On the heels of one of the tamest Real Housewives of Beverly Hills ever, Bravo debuted Season 6 of New York. Conspicuously absent: Countess Luann de Lesseps. In her place is Kristen something or other, whose job it is to look aghast whenever somebody raises their voice, chew out people for daring to make her wait, and wear obnoxious cocktail rings.
Finally, after a long season of nothing, the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills wound down with an anti-climatic finale at, apropos of nothing, the Beverly Hills Chamber of Commerce 100 Year Celebration. The big showdown between Brandi and Lisa fizzled out as Lisa refused to play the part of “GUILTY”. Kyle motorboated some random friend after the ladies all commented on her breasts, and Ken tried not to fall asleep as Mauricio blah’d on about nothing in particular.