Believe it or not, I just deleted all my unwatched episodes of The Real Housewives of Orange County. I’ve been a fan of the original Housewives franchise since season 1 but, this season (season 8 if you can believe it) I just can’t work up enough energy to give a shit.
In the beginning, it was interesting and almost relatable—it was more about families, friends, kids. But not long after the show started, the financial meltdown happened and it became depressing–bankruptcy, divorce, foreclosures. Somewhere in there, the cast decided that all of that wasn’t dramatic enough so they upped the ante, creating bullshit drama that stresses me out. That’s why I stopped watching The Real Housewives of New York a couple of seasons ago. After Jill’s meltdown with Bethenny, the show took a darker turn and got uncomfortable.
I can’t deal with that amount of negativity anymore. Unless it’s the Homeland kind of edge-of-your-seat tension, I’m just not interested.
Hu. Maybe I’m finally growing up.
Meanwhile, Miley Cyrus was just voted #1 on Maxim Magazine’s Hot 100 list.
Who cares, right?
I actually sort of do. I’m not a fan of her music or her acting, and I suspect she’s sort of a spoiled brat. But I like the risks she takes with her fashion and beauty. It takes balls to chop off your long hair, bleach it out and style it into a punky mohawk.
I think it’s awesome when women don’t make traditional fashion choices. Like this whacked-out jumper. It works on her.
Could I pull it off? Not a snowball’s chance in hell. But I don’t feel as though I make traditional choices all the time—I’ve changed my hair color about four times this year alone—so I appreciate someone who takes risks, who doesn’t do what’s popular.
Last year’s #1 spot went to Bar Rafaeli. Maybe our definition of beauty is changing. Or at least getting broader. That’s not a bad thing.
If you’re friends with me on Facebook you know I’m seriously addicted to Candy Crush Saga. I make no effort to hide my addiction with stupid posts like this:
Honest to God. I have no idea how I started playing this game, but I’m inexplicably unable to stop. Each level is different and I have made it my life’s mission to solve each and every level. I have resorted to begging for lives on Facebook and asking for additional moves. I’ve even been so frustrated that I’ve ponied up and purchased additional lives. It’s horrific the time suck this game has become.
But what’s worse, almost everyone on my Facebook news feed is doing the same damn thing.
At one point, I posted this:
The response was overwhelming. I think I’m going to call Dr. Drew and see if he’s up to the task.
However, I did see a beacon of hope today. My friend Issa announced she deleted the game off Facebook and her phone.
I wonder how that’s working out for her.