The ferocity between the women on this season of The Real Housewives of New York City has reached shocking new levels of intensity. It’s like watching a pack of hyenas circling each other, waiting to pounce at any moment (note: I know nothing of hyena behavior, but I assume they pounce on themselves. And if they don’t just go with it for the sake of the metaphor). Point is, these ladies are crazy. Even Alex has a bone to pick with someone, and Alex is the nicest, most level-headed of the bunch! I’m telling you, we are headed towards the reality TV equivalent of World War II, but I suppose the difference is that there’s no true delineation between good and bad. There’s no Allies vs. Axis. They’re all kind of a mishmash of both sides (minus that egregious genocide thing); so I suppose Royal Rumble would be a better analogy. Man, I’m really struggling with the literary devices today. I’ll just put it this way: this season is a glorious clusterfletch of cattiness, and while I sort of hate how awful these women are, I sort of love it even more.
ADVENTURES IN DOMESTICITY: Passover Macaroons Edition
Inspired by my many Adventures in Domesticity, my mother asked me if I wanted to make something for the Passover dinner this year. How could I say no? Well, very easily, but as it turns out, I was intrigued by the offer. But what could I make? Then it hit me. I could whip up a batch of Ina Garten’s homemade macaroons, which I had previously enjoyed thanks to the fruitful efforts of Sly last summer. I figured that if Sly could make these things; so could I. Turns out it was a pretty easy recipe. The only tricky part was navigating my way around my parents’ kitchen. Nevertheless, I think things turned out pretty well. Pictures after the jump…
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REAL HOUSEWIVES PHOTOCAP: Fashionable Offenses
If you didn’t catch last week’s episode of Real Housewives of New York City, you are truly missing out. I watched it twice (once with the parents — a saga unto itself, and once drunkenly with my friends — including Neil and Meeshie). I can assure you that it stands the test of time and multiple viewings. Why? Because these women are batshit crazy. They just fight with each other, no matter the venue. And if they’re not fighting, they’re making passive aggressive digs. And if they’re not doing that, they’re simply gossiping angrily. It’s kind of perfect and amazing. I don’t know who wouldn’t love it. Well, scratch that. I know two people who wouldn’t: my parents. My mom watched with a horrified look on her face the entire episode, occasionally remarking that it was like “watching people from Mars!” After the first ten minutes, my mother commented about Bethenny, “This one is crazy.” She then brushed them all off as wannabes, noting that REAL Manhattan socialites would never behave this way in public. And therein lies the fun of the show: watching a bunch of loud people acting gauche against the backdrop of Manhattan’s elite. (For the record, my father — who’s from Queens — offered his own withering question: “Do they ALL talk like that?”)
Nevertheless, this photocap is a week late; so rather than rehash all the glorious moments (and there were about ten million), I’ll just get to the pictures — located after the jump.
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Further Adventures on Chatroulette!
My first time tangling in the wilds of chatroulette was such a hit that I decided to log onto the peculiar website once again and see which people (or things or pieces of anatomy) I’d be paired with. I’m tempted to say there was even more eye-opening activity on display this time.
Pictures (including some that may not be safe for work) after the jump…
Supermarket Organization FAIL
Earlier this week I noticed something interesting about Aisle 1 of the Met Foodmarket in Brooklyn. I’ve yet to determine if it’s the product of a hoax, employee ineptitude, or simply withering misogynist commentary. Either way, still funny!
FLIGHT LIVE BLOG: Off To New York!
It’s been a while since I’ve written a flight blog (or “flog”), but I’m feeling a certain peppiness today — the sort of peppiness that comes from an intoxicating cocktail of D-list celebrity sightings and a venti iced mocha from Starbucks. This sort of chipper outlook is fairly rare at this early hour of 9:20 AM as I’m usually shaking the cobwebs off and adjusting to the cruel light of day. However, I was up quite literally at the crack of dawn to fetch a ride (courtesy of the lovely Sly) to LAX for my annual trip back to New York for Passover (FYI — Leslie and Laura, I forgot to tell you: I’m coming in this weekend. Drinks on Saturday? Don’t mind me and my social planning, everyone). Anyway, my flight won’t board for at least another hour and a half, but Sly’s work schedule mandated that she drop me off at the airport earlier than planned, and thank God for that. As I stepped out of her vehicle, I immediately noticed a hoard of people in American Airlines’ priority access area, waiting to ascend a staircase to security. This seemed unconventional. After all, the priority access people have, well, priority access. They never have to wait for anything, let alone a minor check point en route to the metal detectors. If these First Class folk were backed up, I couldn’t even imagine what the rest of us hoi polloi had in store for us.
It wasn’t pretty.
Babble By Bravo
Okay, this is a straight up shill, but it could be fun. The lovely Katrina has been emailing me on behalf of Bravo about this new thing called the Talk Bubble. It’s an interactive thingy that lets viewers chat with fans of Real Housewives etc. etc. It goes live tonight, I believe; so check it out. More details after the jump!
ADVENTURES IN DOMESTICITY: Kimchi and Soybean Sprouts Soon-Tofu Edition
It’s no secret that I love Korean food. I think I post about it every month (or at least that’s just the way it feels). I’ve written about galbi, pork bulgogi, kimchi pancakes, squid, crab, and who knows what else. Well, now I come to you with more Korean food adventures. This time I tackled the fine art of Korean soon-tofu stew. It’s basically a spicy, hot, red broth filled with tofu and various other items (depending on the variety one orders). I’ve ordered this item several times at local LA spots BCD Tofu and Beverly Tofu House, and feeling emboldened, I decided I would attempt making it on my own. Results after the jump…
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REAL HOUSEWIVES PHOTOCAP: Baring It All
After two episodes of simmering tension, Jill and Bethenny finally came face to face on the latest installment of The Real Housewives of New York City, and it was just as awkward and uncomfortable as you’d imagine it to be. There’s truly nothing more divisive than a sidekick separating from her Master (a phenomenon I’ve analyzed many times in the past, most notably with The Hills), and Bethenny spreading her own wings has been no exception. These sorts of power shifts never occur without drama, and often the former friendship gets damaged beyond repair. It would be nice to see Jill and Bethenny back gabbing together like old times, but if there’s anything we’ve learned about LC and Heidi, you can forgive but never forget. Or actually, you can forgive and WANT to forget. Or something like that. The point is, the days of Jithenny (or perhaps BILL. Er, maybe Bethill) are most assuredly over.
Photocap after the jump…
Adventures On Chatroulette!
For the first time ever, I decided to log onto Chatroulette, the current Internet sensation that randomly pairs webcam users together for what will hopefully be a moment of divine kismet (but usually turns out to be one person inevitably staring at a penis). I didn’t know what to expect upon signing on, but I can assure you it was strange, amusing, and yes, occasionally fraught with penises. A full tour of my first experience after the jump.