This is why The Real Housewives is so incredibly addictive
It is addictive and contagious. All my close friends are totally hooked on The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. Netflix serves up the first two seasons (that's enough to seriously make you dependent on it) and if you want to know more about how the spoiled ladies are doing, then you subscribe at Hayu.com, where eight long and intense seasons are waiting for you.
It's almost worse than in a drama series, what happens here. During each season, there is always a couple that bites the dust and files for divorce, and in season 2, you witness a complete suicide of one of the husbands of a Housewife: Taylor. What is standard in every episode is fighting and gossip. And that's where the addiction lies, in my opinion. Look, nothing human is foreign to us, so we sometimes scrutinize someone and then dissect someone's actions. But usually, we do that behind someone's back. Call it sneaky, I love it. I get terrified at the thought that everyone would fire their remarks at me right in the face. But in The Real Housewives, gossip works in a three-step rocket: first, they gossip cautiously behind someone's back, that's where the seed is planted. Then one of the gossipers shares the ‘gossiped‘ with the person being gossiped about, under the guise of ’I'm always honest.‘ After that, the gossiped confronts the gossiper (’What have you been saying behind my back?‘) and as a dessert, we get the whole incident served again in the one-on-one interviews that the producers conduct with the Housewives.
And although your shoes are bulging every time because your toes can't bend any more from all the discomfort, you still keep watching. Because we have a tendency towards reconciliation and finding the status quo. Which of course remains elusive, the producers make sure of that. They keep us addicted and hungry for more.
I'm now in the delightful moment where Yolanda Hadid treats everyone to a trip to Amsterdam and where Kim Richards (the aunt of Paris Hilton) accuses Lisa Rina (you remember her, from Melrose Place, with the thick lips) of everything and calls her all sorts of names, after which Lisa smashes a glass of wine on the table and Kyle (Kim's sister) cries out in tears: ‘You know why I don’t defend you? Because… gasp, wipe tears… You are INDEFENSIBLE.’ Oh boys, then your own life isn't so bad after all.
That with a sauce of Hermès bags, caterers, private jets, and yachts makes it so I can get through the winter. I think I can even make it to the end of the lockdown. Thanks to the hysterical housewives. My favorite, it must be said, is still Yolanda Hadid who approaches everything soberly with her Rotterdam influence and just goes to eat cream puffs with her spoiled friends at her mother's small apartment.
