3 Reasons Why I Could Never Be One of the “Real Housewives”
I live in New York City and I write a blog called MarriedMySugardaddy.com so naturally that opens me up to a wide audience of casting directors who think I am just ripe for a reality show and assume I would invite a camera crew into my home and into my bedroom to find out what truly goes down in my marriage.
And while it’s a VERY TEMPTING offer, I think the gravest mistake a couple can make is to put their relationship on a platter and serve it up to be diced and chopped by millions. And let’s be honest here for a moment - WE ALL love to comment on the relationship missteps of others - it makes us feel slightly superior to those putting themselves out there and ALLOWING THEIR MOST VULNERABLE MOMENTS to be on display.
Oh, and then there’s the whole reality show marriage curse. Practically every couple who has appeared on a reality show has had their marriage end in divorce - I think Sharon and Ozzy Osbourne are the only couple who have managed to dodge the curse - although it could just be a front and theres is a marriage of celebrity convenience.
So here are three reasons why my marriage of almost 14 years could NEVER withstand the bright hot lights of a reality show like “The Real Housewives”.
1) The producers would play on the differences between my husband and I would be cast as Cruella and he would be cast as that sweet guy who never says anything (because is REAL life- he rarely does say anything). In other words I’d be typecast as Adrienne and he’d be Paul.
2) The A&E Hoarders team would likely be at my door claiming my Smurf and stuffed animal collection bordered on CRAZYTOWN– and everyone would be blogging about why on EARTH my husband would allow five chairs in his house to be covered and reserved for his cray-cray wife’s “collections”. I'd likely be branded a Lisa Vanderpump. Someone who dotes on her dogs and forces her husband to go along with an obsessive need to anthropomorphize them into little babies.
3) Some might just say all my blogging about trying to improve my marriage and parenting is CRAPOLA after they see me lose it over my son who needs me to ask him 25 times to go upstairs for a shower or when I nearly skin my husband alive after he tells me I need to lay off the chocolate chip cookies after he’s INHALED half the box. Think Bethenny Frankel and Jason Hoppy, who are now estranged - Bethenny was depicted as a major control freak and screamer (a role I would easily be cast in).
So do you think your marriage could survive a reality show?