I don’t usually watch The Real Housewives, which is to say I don’t set my TIVO to record it, but I somehow always manage to see it. I guess it’s on in repeats enough damn times (Law & Order style) that I always manage to catch it. The Real Housewives is the definition of reality television to me – just riveting and dramatic and horror inducing enough that I can’t help but look, but tacky and terrible and a horrible enough statement about our world that I generally don’t want to admit I watch it.
Last night’s part two of The Real Housewives of New York City was actually crazy enough to illicit a post…and not just a post but a little photo-shoppy fun to create the ultimate crib sheet. First, meet the players in case you’re not already intimately familiar with them…
And, here is the ultimate REAL HOUSEWIVES OF NYC RELATIONSHIP CRIB SHEET…and you all better read this, it took like half a day to build in photoshop!
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Pretty funny, I must say. And so ‘tru’.
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Loved it!
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Bahesmama: Thanks! And thanks for reading!
TK42ONE: Yeah, I actually wanted to draw this post, but it was way too complex and taking way too long. I may be unemployed but my time still has a price on it, y’know? Even the photoshop BS took half a day, it probably would have taken two to draw it out. I don’t think my attention span could have held out that long so it became either do it this way or don’t post it
Now I’m dying to know what your secret horrible show is. PLEEEEEASE!
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NOW who’s your bitch!
My secret show was Anna Nicole. But it made me so ill to watch it, I couldn’t stand more than a minute or two at a time.
Now, it’s Operation Repo. Yes, even as I type this I’m hanging my head in shame. The show is so real it’s fake. Or is that so fake it’s real? Either way, it’s a fake reality show. And one that I often times have a hard time turning off. The good news though? My wife likes it too. Teehee…
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