The Rich, the Chic and the Shameless. I hear that the Girls on the “Real Housewives of New York” are a little put out by upcoming debut of Kelly Killoren Bensimon.
“Why?” I asked my source. “Because she’s so Pretttttttyyyyyy!!!” Was that a meow or a tiger by the tail?
Have you seen the “Real Housewives”? You’re not the only one if you have. I hear it’s the must-see-can’t-wait TV show for the people we think of as society in New York, Southampton, Palm Beach, and all points all places. I looked at a couple episodes out of curiosity. Vulgar curiosity it used to be called. I saw one episode of a mother telling her daughter how to dress. Calling Joan Rivers!
I watched another episode where LuAnn Delesseps explains why her husband’s a “count.” Mrs. Delesseps, off-camera, is everything she appears to be on television – a goodlooking, decent, pleasant woman who is married to a European guy. I make that distinction because Europeans, i.e., Euros with “titles” appear to be more sophisticated than their American counterparts and thus so often are their wives.
LuAnn is nothing if not an all-American girl. I think she’s even of Native American descent. She may be sophisticated, married as long as she has been, but the patina of a European “countess” is not there.
I’m old enough to remember the “An American Family” series on PBS where the camera and crew moved in with a family in Southern California and video-ed their entire lives for several months, including the family squabbles, the marriage problems, the eldest boy coming out, the breakup of the marriage and the short but interesting celebrity of the Wife/Mother, Pat Loud and her gay son, Lance Loud, both of whom moved to Manhattan after the show was over.
It was fascinating eavesdropping, voyeurism, and sometimes embarrassing. The women being followed around by the camera in “The Real Housewives of New York City” are not all that different from the Louds of Santa Barbara, socio-economically speaking, although it is almost four decades later and the culture has been in transition everywhere.
These “Wives” are all “mature” women – meaning not adolescents, not 20-somethings, (maybe not 30-somethings). They are all relatively privileged financially and socially. Some of them have families.
But I don’t feel I am eavesdropping or being voyeuristic, nor am I even embarrassed. Because these girls are all camera-ready. With the Louds I felt as if I were the camera following them around.
This time I’m not the camera but the spectator being led around by the woman on camera. It’s like they’re auditioning for a remake of Mary Tyler Moore, or Lucy, or maybe The Women (as seen through the eyes of Rhoda this time). |