Just when I thought the bottom of the barrel had been scraped along comes The Real Housewives of New Jersey aka The Real Sopranos of New Jersey. Where to begin? We have the housewife who claims her dream house has been in the works for three years because looking at other people’s houses skeeves her. Then we watch as she indulges in a shopping spree for a few pieces of furniture for one room and throws down $120, 000 in cash. No worry, her husband has his own construction company and is an entrepreneur wink wink. Then we have the divorcee with children who indulges in phone sex with a stranger she met online and later arranges to meet the allusive stranger in a bar. He never shows and no doubt knows he dodged a bullet. Then we have two housewives that are sisters. One is the Madonna figure who utters the phrase “Our family is thick as thieves. She keeps her family close and family loyalty is job one. I can almost imagine the scene where her sister steps across the line. It goes something like this “You’re my sister and I love you but don’t ever take sides with anyone against the family again”. Does Fredo ring a bell? Her sister, the blonde bombshell seems to be the real, if that’s possible, thus far. She seems to know exactly who she is and who everyone else is as well. Then we have the seemingly sweet good hearted innocent who married into the tightly wound, err tightly knit family. She appears neutral in the ongoing catfights, but a glimpse of upcoming episodes appear to show an unhinged lunatic screaming the words prostitute and whore and flipping over a dining room table. We see a quick glimpse of her joining in the mayhem. So much for innocence. I have promised myself that I will not watch another episode of this loathsome show and I continue to convince myself that I only watch so I can write a review. Not to mention the fact that this group of housewives is a tough crew and cement shoes are not the fashion statement I wish to make.
