I hate myself for loving you, 'Mob Wives' trailer
The last thing I need in my life is another reality TV show. And yet I find myself inexplicably drawn to the promised antics of these Staten Island Four. (Particularly Drita, the blonde-ish one who looks straight out of a Dennis Lehane novel.) A couple questions before tonight’s premiere: Can I write “bitch” on this blog or will my editors make me type b^#!% over and over and over again? How much do tips cost these days? Is Renee’s I’ma-being-choked face real or a put-on? Do these broads make the Real Housewives of New Jersey look like your average suburban book club? (This month the ladies meet at Teresa’s to discuss The Red Tent!) I do take a certain pride in never having seen an episode of Jersey Shore. So. I’ve got that going for me.
Who’s with me? Don’t make me watch alone.