Well, now that we’ve addressed quality television and the women that made it, let’s move on to the crazy shit: The Real Housewives of New Jersey.
The third season premiered last night and you know that I was stationed on my couch at 9:30 on the nose with a glass of wine and a bag of FritoLay Munchies ready to go. Those bitches are my shit, I live for them, I live for their drama and their fashions and their lifestyle. Live. For. Them.
Here are my notes:
1) I am so glad that this appears to be a Teresa-centered season. I think we all knew after last year’s reunion that there was shit going on with Teresa’s family that we didn’t even know about. My gay husband and I theorized all summer long and honestly? We were thinking that Teresa’s brother’s wife gave birth to Teresa’s husband Joe’s baby. Like, we got pretty dreamy with our conspiracy theories. However, I was not disappointed to find out that they only hate each other because Joe’s a drinker who’s made Teresa’s father kind of turn his back on his son. And I LOVED watching folks throw down at a Christening. That’s some real ethnic white people shit right there. I’m Irish and we’re equally as “passionate” as the Italians, so I really related to watching two grown men get shitfaced and duke it out at a Christening. God bless THAT, am I right?
2) Jacqueline’s daughter Ashley needs to step her fucking game up. I think we can all recall a time when we were a slightly entitled teenager, but Ashely expecting her parents to move her into the city because she can’t go to her bomb-ass internship ever day via the train? Mmmm. No. I did not care for that. Also, Jacqueline really needs to squash whatever kinship her daughter seems to think she has with Lizzie Grubman. That woman is CRAY-CRAY and if she was rubbing my daughter’s back on national television and telling her that she was her carbon copy, I would drag her out of there by her hair, throw on the first train back to Jersey and never look back.
3) I love everything that’s going on with the Manzo family, but Caroline really needs to work on cutting that cord. Her three kids are grown to the point where it’s almost embarrassing that none of them had moved out of her home and she’s crying with fear and sadness at the though of her two sons leasing an apartment less then 30 minutes away? C’mon, Caroline. Don’t be that unhealthy mother. Albie’s like, five years shy of 30. Don’t make a big deal out of him moving out of the house. And stop asking Lauren’s boyfriend when he’s going to propose at family dinner. Poor Vito, right? Didn’t you feel so awkward for him?
Let’s get into this more in the comments and in the poll. I could talk about this all freakin’ day (and I have been, who are we kidding?) so let’s just explore all of our thoughts/feelings, okay?
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Hey, guys. My apartment is having work done on it and I woke up with some maintenance man’s face in my second story window and I screamed bloody murder. The day just got worse from there. They shut the water off to do work on the apartment below mine and I had to clean out my favorite coffee mug with seltzer water and my dog wouldn’t stop barking because he was under the impression we were being attacked. To top it off, my neck is making a clicking sound when I try to nod or shake my head and I may be mildly hungover from cheap white wine. And I currently look worse than Christina Aguilera in her mugshot. Basically, I want to eat an expensive french sandwich in bed and then kill myself. That’s where I’m at right now, so please forgive the slight gap in posting and any general weirdness you may be getting from me today. I’m going through it.
You wanna know who’s not going through it, though? (SMOOOOOOTH TRANSITION, GIRL) Jacqueline Laurita from Real Housewives of New Jersey. Homegirl is a mother of three and recently shed 30 pounds using some weight loss program called Medifast. While the Life & Style piece that told me about her weight loss kind of feels like an ad for this Medifast shit, I still think it’s mad commendable of Jacqueline to get all that unhealthy weight she was carrying around off of her body. And with two young kids in her house, too. Medifast or not, that’s impressive.
Lookin’ forward to see if Jac’s new body gives her some new swagger and perhaps a set of much-needed metaphorical balls on the new season of Real Housewives of New Jersey.
I am obsessed with Teresa from Real Housewives of New Jersey, mainly because I love her relationship with her husband Joe. The two have known each other since the day Teresa was born, their families are from the same Italian village and his motto is “happy wife, happy life.” They have one of those marriages that (despite all their money issues) seems too good to be true.
THAT’S CAUSE IT IS, MOTHERFUCKERS! According to Life & Style, Joe’s been frequenting strip clubs and doing sketchy things around ladies for some time now:
According to a former dancer at Showoffs strip club in West Orange, N.J., Joe was a regular at the strip club before it was closed in 2006 amid accusations of prostitution. “He was always up for a lap dance,” reveals the insider. “There was a lot of hanky-panky that went down in the club’s basement,” the insider tells Life & Style. “If you had money, you could get pretty up close and personal with the strippers.”
Joe was also allegedly a loyal patron of Latin Bar in Paterson, N.J. “There was one particular waitress Joe really liked there,” recalls the insider. “She was from the Dominican Republic, about 5 feet tall with big breasts and long, dark hair. Joe would always make sure that wherever he was, he could be back in Paterson on a Friday night so he could see her.”
Back at his former real estate development office, Joe’s attention to the ladies also raised eyebrows. With Teresa nowhere in sight, he developed a very close relationship with a young female staffer who, says a onetime assistant, Joe suddenly hired despite the fact that she “didn’t seem qualified.”
*Tear* This is the saddest news of the day, for sure.