Why you want to watch The Real Housewives on Netflix today

It was gigantic good news when Keeping Up With The Kardashians The Real Housewives came to Netflix. Well, I only found out later that it was really good news, by the way, because no matter how many times I had seen the Kardashians, I knew so little about those housewives. I had never seen anything of it.

So I binge-watched those two seasons of KUWTK in one day (I’m long past the shame of hiding this) and then I thought… And now? I’m like, so ready for something new. I immediately started picking up the Kardashian accent, you understand. But well, I didn’t have to search long because there was immediately something new and brainless for me to binge: The Real Housewives.

The ones from Beverly Hills, Atlanta, and New York City are on Netflix because they are really everywhere in the United States, those spoiled housewives. In Orange County, D.C., Potomac — I didn’t even know that last one as a place but apparently that is the place to be if you have a rich guy and are under Botox.

Because that’s exactly what it’s all about in these series and that’s just so nice. Those housewives literally do nothing all day, except gossip about each other and have (scripted) fights. Pure enjoyment. But the fact that they don’t have a job and live off their husband’s money doesn’t mean they have nothing to do. No way, they are super busy. With photoshoots for example. Not because they are models, but because they just enjoy doing it.

And of course, they have to attend all the cocktail parties. To the hairdresser to do their hair. Of course, to the Botox clinic (although they don’t show that, do they really think the viewers believe this is all natural?). And what I find extra fun is that there is so much difference between those three cities. In Atlanta, there is the most genuine drama in my opinion, Beverly Hills is so deliciously fake, and I think I ultimately just want to become a housewife in NYC. That’s like, a new life goal of mine, like, totally.

Now I must honestly admit that after binge-watching these three series (I haven’t finished them all yet, but unfortunately, it’s not much different…) I bought a newspaper. I felt my brain cells almost dying while watching, so some actual information did me good. But hey, it doesn’t get any more brainless than this. Wonderful, right?