Someone asked me this morning what my favorite reality show was, and I couldn’t answer. I love so many of them that it’s hard to pick just one.
I was able to say however, with complete conviction, that when it comes to reality television, no one does it better than Bravo.
I watch all of their reality shows. Some are good, some are great, and some are so bad that you simply can’t turn away.
Andy Cohen is a genius and I want to send him a message: Mr. Cohen, should you wake up one day and discover that you are in fact not gay, call me. I seriously love you, man.
Here is my take on some of the current shows of Bravo:
Kell on Earth: Kelly Cutrone (left) is fabulous. Her balls are huge, and she can be brutal, but she also has a nurturing side, which I appreciate. Her two partners however, Emily and Robyn, not so much. I can’t find anything to like about these chicks. They are both Kelly wannabes who are going to wake up one day, realize they are old, they have no love life, they're alone, and they'll be even more bitter and unappealing, than they are now.
Skinner needs to be careful to not follow too closely in their footsteps. Andrew is fantastic and I would totally hang out with this kid. He is perfection and a huge addition to the show.
It’s an interesting look into the fashion industry, and I’m hooked. The finale is this week, and I hope "Kell" comes back for another season.
Shear Genius: I want to know who the genius was who thought Camila Alves could host a television show in English. This show is painful to watch! Her accent, and the way she enunciates her words, are enough to make me pull out all my hair, one strand at a time. She is pretty, I guess, and has nice hair, but just because your boyfriend is famous (Matthew McConaughy), and you’re his baby mamma, does not mean you should be hosting a show. Maybe if it were on Telemundo, I would not be so turned off by her.
I have always taught my son to not stare at people who look different. I encourage him to ask questions, but to not stare, because it’s rude, and can be hurtful. Apparently I’m not good at following my own advice, because whenever I see Jonathan Antin and Kim Vo, I can’t stop staring. I want see them up close, then poke and prod at their faces. Bravo to Bravo for not discriminating against people who are made out of plastic.
The Millionaire Matchmaker: I was trying to find a nice way to call Patti Stanger (second from right) a skanky, disgusting, horrific mess, but couldn’t figure it out. I am so turned off by this woman that when I watch her, I find myself drifting off into a daydream where I actually get to hit her.
