‘Real’ ‘Housewives’? I Think Not!

While I don’t live in Orange County, New York City, Atlanta, Beverly Hills, New Jersey, or Miami, I have to admit…. I have a love/hate relationship with the show on Bravo!

The true meaning, according to the dictionary of “real” is actual, factual, and genuine. The true meaning, according to the dictionary of “housewives” is a married woman, who stays at home to manage the household.

Since I watch the shows, this information makes me go “hmmmmm….”

With their private jets, trips around the world, nannies and nurses for each individual child, parties, casinos, restaurants, Girls’ Night Outs, hotels, personal hairstylists and make-up artists for every event from “fabulous” to “unfathomable”, limo rides everywhere; botox injections, liposuction, and multiple plastic surgeries to make them “perfect”; designer everything, personal chefs, colossal houses, posh cars, personal trainers, and children’s birthday parties so lavish that they cost more than a wedding, car, and a house combined for us “common folk”, they are not exactly the quintessential “real housewives.”

I am not married to a multi-millionaire, plastic surgeon, former/current professional athlete, entrepreneur, convicted felon, attorney, or a man delinquent on his child support, nor do I have a “Big Pappa” or billionaire “sugar daddy”.

And I am not a model, actress, or author of cookbooks; I do not have a private label for my shoes, dress or makeup line, nor does anyone care to hear me sing, let alone create a song for my un-talented voice; I was never a childhood actress or famous; I live in an apartment that I rent, work full-time, and have a child (that my husband and I raise together-no nannies here!), I have car payments, and bills, bills, bills, and I am more “real” and “housewife” than any of them are!

But, look at me, no one is following me around with cameras all day to record my mundane life, and that suits me just fine; I will just continue to live my life being “real” and a “housewife!”