I’ve been so consumed lately with focusing on how much of an assh*le one of the Presidential candidates is that I’ve almost forgotten about that other raging assh*le, Kelly Dodd. I suppose I’ll worry tomorrow about my newest affliction – Assh*le ADD – but tonight, I’m just going to appreciate that the closest I’ll ever get to this awful human specimen is through my television screen. The other Real Housewives are not so fortunate. They’re contractually bound; they must interact with the seething monster in the terrible clothing until someone finally slays the beast.

Where last we left off before the Olympics conquered Bravo, Kelly sneered that she’d never be friends with Shannon because Shannon is “ugly” and then invited Shannon to lunch to apologize for being such a d*ck. That apology did not go so well since Shannon insisted she did not, in fact, throw a party with the express purpose of setting up a woman she barely knows. Luckily, Kelly can drink away her pain in one of the twenty-three bars that line … Continue reading →

Much to my constant dismay, I am the forgiving sort. I’m not quite sure where this little trait of mine comes from, but since I have a few fond memories of my father staunchly holding some grudges, I’m just gonna go ahead and claim that my forgiving nature was bequeathed to me by my mother, along with an almost identical face. I don’t much enjoy this aspect of my personality; there’s just something fiercely narcissistic about staying furious with someone and I wouldn’t really mind a bit more fierce narcissism running through my body. Alas, I was apparently not built to cut someone from my life completely. Just in case you need an example, how about the time I forgave a family member for refusing to congratulate me for writing a book that was in no way about her? Her reason for withholding the congratulations? I hadn’t told her I was writing a book and she refused to be proud of me because she wasn’t included in the process from its genesis. Save your time … Continue reading →

The thought came to me while I scrolled through my Twitter feed and saw all of the unironic cry-face emojis reacting to Theresa Giudice’s reunion with her square-shaped husband after spending some time in jail: I’d make a really terrible Real Housewife.

To be fair, I did not watch Theresa’s triumphant return home because I’ve sworn off the Jersey ladies in much the same way I’ve also sworn off carbs. As I see it, the only real difference between the two – both of which are terrible for you and leave you feeling sluggish – is that I still crave one of those things desperately, though I can promise and swear that the thing I miss did not create an offspring I’m fairly certain is from another species entirely. What I’m trying to say (besides that I think little Milania will one day help to usher in the apocalypse) is that my reaction to hearing about this woman coming home was different than I think it was supposed to be. I did not cheer her … Continue reading →