I admit it: I'm fully stoked about the return of the comparatively civilized ladies of The Real Housewives of New York City. So much so that I've taken to talking like Spicoli from Fast Times At Ridgemont High. And to get myself amped for the premiere of Season Two next week, I pulled the most memorable moments from the first season and got positively teary-eyed remembering their high-falutin' hijinks. To quote Lost Boyz, it's "lifestyles of the rich and shameless," featuring fashion shows, tennis death matches and extreme Speedo close-ups. Soooo elegant! Get the low-down on my picks and let me know your favorite moments with Gotham's moneyed MILFs.
Give me a bunch of bitchy, social-climbing rich ho's and I will happily sit for hours watching their every move and taking notes. (See Gossip Girl.) Make it a reality show and I will follow my TV into the fiery pits of hell (see The Real Housewives of Orange County, New York; The Hills) like a voyeuristic zombie freak.
I'm clearly not alone. It seems that moneyed asshole-centric programming has reached new heights, as one can see by not only the overarching success of the aforementioned shows but the slew of new ones filling up the fall calendar and beyond. There is, of course, the much anticipated return of 90210, some scripted series called Privileged, that reality Devil Wears Prada knock-off Stylista, and the requisite parade of E! specials that will doubtless document the excesses of the young, rich and annoying in that special way that only E! does.