I was an avid watcher of The Bachelor series for years. I would clear my schedule, get my drinks and snacks ready and sit down and get totally involved in the lives of the girls trying to find love on national TV. Did I think they were really going to find true love? No. But I admired their guts for trying and, while some of them were there for fame and to ‘win’, a few were actually looking for their Prince Charming.
These days, I just seem to DVR the shows, watch the first night to see who all the competitors are and then read the recaps online. When I have time I’ll watch an occasional episode here and there but where it used to validate my good choices in life, it now makes me feel old and bitter. Instead of laughing at the silly girl trying to put two words together after copious amounts of wine, I’m now shaking my head and saying things like “That poor sweet stupid child.” Or “Oh honey, how could you love him? You’ve had one conversation about cheese with him and there were eighty people and cameras watching.”
And who needs to be reminded that my bikini days are long behind me even if my “very, very dense breast tissue” is giving their implants a run for their money? Not I.
Perhaps I should start watching the way Brother and his lady do. They’ve turned watching the show into a game, putting money on the girl they think will win and having to anti up more and pick someone else if she gets knocked out early. I like the way they think but betting with myself isn’t that much fun and there is no way Husband will part take in a bet unless shame to the loser is on the table.
When it comes to the other reality shows that are out there, like Desperate Housewives of Beverly Hills or Keeping up with the Kardashians, I’ve never been a fan. They don’t make sense to me. Yes, they all have lives very different than mine but why watch them live it? And live it to such excess?
But all my righteous judging has gone out the window now that I’ve seen this:
These days, I just seem to DVR the shows, watch the first night to see who all the competitors are and then read the recaps online. When I have time I’ll watch an occasional episode here and there but where it used to validate my good choices in life, it now makes me feel old and bitter. Instead of laughing at the silly girl trying to put two words together after copious amounts of wine, I’m now shaking my head and saying things like “That poor sweet stupid child.” Or “Oh honey, how could you love him? You’ve had one conversation about cheese with him and there were eighty people and cameras watching.”
And who needs to be reminded that my bikini days are long behind me even if my “very, very dense breast tissue” is giving their implants a run for their money? Not I.
Perhaps I should start watching the way Brother and his lady do. They’ve turned watching the show into a game, putting money on the girl they think will win and having to anti up more and pick someone else if she gets knocked out early. I like the way they think but betting with myself isn’t that much fun and there is no way Husband will part take in a bet unless shame to the loser is on the table.
When it comes to the other reality shows that are out there, like Desperate Housewives of Beverly Hills or Keeping up with the Kardashians, I’ve never been a fan. They don’t make sense to me. Yes, they all have lives very different than mine but why watch them live it? And live it to such excess?
But all my righteous judging has gone out the window now that I’ve seen this:
Photo credit: TNT
And suddenly I am SO excited about The Private Lives of Nashville Wives.
Now, I live in Nashville and I have been a wife for almost nine years and not once has there been a moment that I see in this trailer clip that matches my life here. Where's the episode they find baby squirrels in their basement or are visiting the DIY store for the sixth time in a weekend or are cleaning mouse poop from under the kitchen cabinets? Or the episode where humidity has made their hair the size of a small house as they're battling ticks in the yard? There is not one single thing that resembles me in these women.
So, of course I'm FASCINATED. Come February 24th I'll be parked in front of my TV - maybe I'll get myself a glass of wine, though I reserve the right to change the wine to rum which might make my recap even more exciting - and I'm going to watch Nashville Wives. My current plan is to recap the episodes each week but I make no promises until I’ve seen the first one. Only so much wine can get me through car crash TV and this might just be that. Then again, maybe I'll pick up a thing or two... School is in session February 24th, 2014!
Now, I live in Nashville and I have been a wife for almost nine years and not once has there been a moment that I see in this trailer clip that matches my life here. Where's the episode they find baby squirrels in their basement or are visiting the DIY store for the sixth time in a weekend or are cleaning mouse poop from under the kitchen cabinets? Or the episode where humidity has made their hair the size of a small house as they're battling ticks in the yard? There is not one single thing that resembles me in these women.
So, of course I'm FASCINATED. Come February 24th I'll be parked in front of my TV - maybe I'll get myself a glass of wine, though I reserve the right to change the wine to rum which might make my recap even more exciting - and I'm going to watch Nashville Wives. My current plan is to recap the episodes each week but I make no promises until I’ve seen the first one. Only so much wine can get me through car crash TV and this might just be that. Then again, maybe I'll pick up a thing or two... School is in session February 24th, 2014!
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