With the football season six weeks gone and a month to go before baseball starts out the homestead gets real quiet on Sunday afternoons. I tend to cocoon with a book or the computer and SWMBO grabs the remote and goes on a reality marathon. She's become addicted to "Real Housewives of Somewhere" which comes in a half-dozen flavors of regional floozies. You've got New York, New Jersey, Atlanta, Orange County and I don't know where else.
What's obvious immediately is they aren't real, they aren't housewives and their chronological age is well beyond their psychological maturity. They are rich, surgically enhanced, spoiled and bitchy.
Which makes this new TV production a natural:
Filming Of Congressional Reality Show Disrupts Committee Meeting
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