Thanks to Whoopi Goldberg and the frenzy that ensued when she dared to ask the DC Housewife Michaele Salahi (yeah…you know her, the party crasher, but her and her husband are like…god forbid, the grownup versions of Heidi Montag and Spencer Pratt) appearing on THE VIEW to answer the question of whether or not she was indeed invited to the White House shindig she’s accused of crashing, I actually watched the first episode of HOUSEWIVES OF DC. It’s an hour of my life I will never get back. What a yawn.
It’s like MTV’s THE REAL WORLD – but starring middle-aged women with children who have married money and have no problem spending it. They’re so ill-equipped to deal with their own insecurities that they can only express their envy as contempt. This goes for the almost all branches of HOUSEWIVES – Orange County, Jersey, New York, and I’m sure it will appear in the latest installment – Beverly Hills.
The DC Housewives offer no real inside look into Washington society, because the Housewives have no access. Why would they? Anybody in the center of Washington society is going to steer clear of this show. That’s why it’s such a bore…it offers nothing except showing us that even in DC ladies can drink too much and act a fool. So why tune in to see these silly women when you can watch Snookie slam a beer and fall down…over and over again.