OMG...RHOBH!

I have made my distaste for poorly scripted television shows clear in the past here, here and here.  However, I am guilty for having a soft spot for trashy reality television. 

I try very hard to resist the likes of the "Bachelor," but why did one of the contestants have fangs?  How do these girls become attached after spending mere hours with the man?  Why does every one-on-one reaction devolve into a make out session?  I must continue watching the show until I have the answers. 

Rachel Zoe is not a real person.  As evidenced by "The Rachel Zoe Project."

I love French macaroons, the Chloe Marcie bag and regular out-of-state weekend getaways.  I also love "Jersey Shore."  I am repulsed, yet mesmerized by Sammi and Ronnie's volatile relationship, the Situation's narcissism, and Snooki's slow growth into a sentient being.

My most recent obsession has been "Real Housewives of Beverly Hills."  Adrienne Maloof owns casinos, basketball teams, a beautiful Beverly Hills home, and more, yet she insists on wearing tinsel in her extensions.  I love her for it.  Kim Richards and Taylor Armstrong are such sad, sad women.  One yearning to be loved it consumes her every thought, the other in a loveless marriage where she regularly refers to her marriage as a “business relationship."  Then there's Camille Grammer.   If you don't watch the show, no words can explain this woman.  To give you an idea of her character, I will tell you this: she employs four nannies to care for her two children.  That's probably adequate.

This brings me to the reason I began this post in the first place.  A preview for the "Real Housewives of Beverly Hill" reunion special hit the web today and it's so positively delightful that I could not keep it to myself.