The reality is I freaking love reality TV. All the time, I am wondering when it will be socially unacceptable for me to love Jersey Shore so much because I’m too old. Or when it will be socially unacceptable for a mom of an x-year-old to be obsessed with The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. Or when it will be inappropriate for me to be the biggest fan EVER of this great woman:
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Honestly. I cannot get enough of Big Ang. I hope you watch Mob Wives and know about Big Ang – if not, dang, do yourself a favor and check her out immediately. I have to say she’s hands down my most favorite person on any reality show I’ve ever watched. And I’ve watched them all. I’m currently trying to convince my sister-in-law (another fan!) that we should make a 5-hour trek out to Staten Island to visit the Drunken Monkey, Big Ang’s bar. And tell me this doesn’t get stuck in your head:
Good lord, I may have lost all four readers with that… hahaha…
Generally, the trashier the reality TV, the more I love it (with the exception of the ever-wholesome Duggar family… and speaking of the Duggar family, their good friends, the Bates family, also with 19 children, is also getting their own show on TLC this summer. Now, I love the Duggars, but the Bates drive me flippin’ crazy. Does it matter? Will I watch the show? Of-freaking-course-I-will.).
When I tell people I love reality TV, they usually say, “Oh! Do you watch American Idol? Or Survivor? Or how about Dancing With the Stars?” Truth: I hate all of those shows. Give me Mob Wives, Real Housewives (New Jersey, Beverly Hills, and OC), Jersey Shore, Teen Mom, Teen Mom 2, 16 and Pregnant, anything Kardashians, Bethenny, or Dance Moms any day… (I heard they’re going to make a Skating Moms show, which would be super exciting since I used to figure skate! Blast from the past below… that’s me in the pink! Tee hee.).
I spend so much time obsessing over what’s on my DVR and how much I have to catch up on (I’ve got a backlog of One Born Every Minute that I STILL can’t watch because now all birth shows make me too teary and emotional for me to make it through them without a massive crying-induced headache). I should probably cut back. I suppose I won’t look back on Ben’s formative years and think, “Geez, I really spent too much time with the kid,” – it’s more likely I will think, “Geez, I really spent too much time watching TV.” And reading email. And checking Facebook. And Twitter. And Google Reader. And Pinterest.
But I digress… That is a story for another day, my friends.
Anyway, gotta run – time for RHOC on my DVR!!