Addictions are bad

One shouldn't be addicted to anything.  Even an addiction to something conceivably good can lead one down a bad, slippery slope to yuck-ville.  Take, say - an addiction to working out. It can lead one to be completely preoccupied about her figure, her weight, and it will make her no fun at parties.  

I try to keep some balance in my life and avoid addictions. But sadly, of late, I've failed.  I've seen that Tree of Addictions and I'm standing on the Trunk of Shame. I need to let go, but I'm weak.  I'm weak to Reality TV.

First, it was Project Runway.

Then, Dancing with the Stars.

And now....weep....

Real Housewives of New York City

Oh yes I do too like it.  And beyond just liking it, I'm totally drawn in like a moth to the flame.

I want to know about Fashion Week and Trunk Shows and the Hamptons. I want to see Ferarris and people flying private planes between Martha's Vineyard and the Hamptons at 5k a pop. I want to know how the other half lives. I'm weak to it!  It's the brownstones and being wait listed at pre-Ks and having a car service that just sucks me in and keeps me coming back for more. Thank goodness for insomnia last night so I could get caught up.  

Apparently, you do not need to be an actual housewife to participate in this show.  One is a countess (which I barely think counts), 2 others have full-time jobs, and one is not married.  There is a "true" housewife who has a French au pair for her boys, Johann and Francois. Rough life.

 

Is there a 12-step-program for my addiction?  

(Mom - you'd be in love with this show. I think you would too, Momi.  Watch it with me and I'll be your enabler!!)