This month I’m participating in NaNoWriMo. Since I won’t have as much time to blog, I asked some of my favorite bloggers to guest post for me – and some of them were actually willing to do it. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do; they have become my friends through this crazy little thing known as the internet, and I’m grateful for their support.
By Amiyrah Martin
I watch bad TV. OK, I watch a lot of bad TV and I’m not really ashamed to say it. Everyone needs a break from reality, and what better way to attain than to watch “reality” television? The Real Housewives take us on a magical journey with every episode. Plus, those classy ladies shell out lots of life lessons. Don’t believe me? Let me break it down for you.
We always wonder how they live: all of those uber-riche that buy the newest Mercedes whenever it arrives or have vacation houses in Tahiti. Thanks to the Real Housewives franchise, we get to see how lovely that life can be. In actuality, we get to view how repulsive a person can become as soon as they announce their true finances. I do realize that it’s hard work spending all of that money and providing their children with nothing but the best, even when they don’t ask for or deserve it. Thanks to their callous behavior, I see how beneficial it is to be “poor and happy.” The misery that comes out of these women is astounding, and I’m pretty sure it stems from that bank roll. My Steve Madden shoes may not be as nice as Loubitons, but I manage.
True friendship runs rampant within the Housewives shows. They become fast friends or everlasting friendships are featured as a main story line in the show. The solidarity between these women tends to be overwhelming. That is, until it’s not. It’s comical how “best friends” are able to turn on each other at a drop of a hat. While my friendships are few, they are strong. Frenemies like Jill and Bethenny, or Kim and Nene display how fickle some women can be. Plus, I’d never beat my friends to a tweet. NEVER!
I’m the first to admit that some of my family can irk my nerves. I love them to death and back, but like any other human, they can be complete pains. But guess what? When I finally write my memoirs, I’m pretty sure we’ll still stay family. Heck, if my cousin decides to put my recipe for apple pie in her cookbook, I’ll shrug it off. Because I’m cool like that. And mostly because I’m not strong enough to flip a table covered in a full Italian Sunday dinner. Speaking of which…
You have to love a buddy that you can share your deepest, darkest secrets with. They’ll never tell anyone. Not even a TV producer that swears up and down that the cameras are off. Right? According to the RH crew, this just ain’t true. Whether it’s sleeping with a married man, cheating on your boyfriend in St. Barth’s, having an alcohol dependency, or being a stripper in a former life, it’s all up for grabs. Life lesson? Keep your secrets to yourself. Or, if you’re smart, sell them before your friends beat you to it.
Amiyrah writes at 4 Hats and Frugal, where she blogs, vlogs and whines about growing a family while staying green and staying sane. She’s a gamer, movie geek and Sargeant in the Air National Guard.