I’ve been watching reality TV all week. Here’s what I have to say about some of it.
Love & Hip Hop: Atlanta
Hate this show. Hate it. I watched one or two episodes last season and just watched a few minutes of the newest season last night. Burrr! (Gucci Mane voice) I do not like it. I am, however, a pretty big fan of most ratchet reality TV. For instance, I will never stop watching the Real Housewives of Atlanta or Teen Mom 2 –
even if Nene leaves
even if they let Porsha botch another hymn
Can’t stop. Won’t stop.
Ok, but Love & Hip Hop Atlanta is soooo ratchet. I don’t even understand it. There are these dudes who flip flop between several women, disrespect them, and get away with it. There are these women who get into fights over “ain’t ish guys” and who also seem to do nothing all day. Huh? I don’t get it. What do you do for a living? Are you a professional boxer? Is someone paying you to be stupid? Is that yo’ mamma, lil Scrappy? And she’s…..a….pimp?
I understand that the show is primarily scripted and that it’s probably about as ratchet as most other TV shows. I also understand that being on the show is a hustle in itself. These people get paid for the ratchetry. I also think Mimi has a pretty successful business, and I know several of these people make a living in the entertainment industry. Regardless, I’d hate to think that there are little girls watching this and thinking it’s cute. I’d hate to think there are young guys watching this thinking it’s cool. At least I’m a grown-up and can take it for what it is. But I don’t know, I’m sure some of this stuff is creeping into my psyche and altering my perception of what’s right and wrong, what’s acceptable and what’s not.
I’ll stop ranting. I just needed to get that off my chest. Burr!
Take a Note From Porsha
Porsha Stewart is the wife of ex-NFL player, Kordell Stewart. Throughout the show, they were having some issues because Kordell is a really traditional guy and wanted Porsha to stay at home, not work, have babies, etc. Porsha struggled with this. They went to counseling and all that jazz. Porsha shows up to the reunion show with no Kordell although all the husbands were invited. On the reunion show, she took up for their marriage. She took up for Kordell and defended his absence. She really kinda went off. She stressed the importance of the vows she made to him and how committed she was to working on their marriage. And then . . . he filed for divorce like two days later. Dang! Oh, and she found out on Twitter even though they were still living in the same house. Ouch! So then she went downstairs to ask him about it (bc he was just chilin’ in the house?) but had to call her lawyer to confirm it. Ooo wee!
I’m not going to say much about the sliminess of Kordell’s actions, but I will say that the way Porsha took up for her marriage is the way I think it’s supposed to be done. I’m not married and have never been, but I just feel like it’s one of those things that humbles you and causes you to put someone before yourself even when it’s the last thing you want to do. It’s not all sunshine and lollipops. Some times it gets hard or annoying or mundane, but you stay. At the end of the day, you don’t leave. That’s what Porsha was doing, and I applaud her for it. Stand by your raggedy man, girl.
Date for Goodness Sake!
I watched Teen Mom 2 this week. I can’t help but watch it. It’s like a train wreck. You want to look away, but you can’t. It’s like watching animals bathe or mate or something else that should be private, but you just want to see what the heck is going on! Ok, so all of these young ladies have children. Obviously. I think they’re between the ages of 19-22, and three of them have gotten engaged in the last few episodes, although Jenelle ended up breaking her engagement.
They get husbands, and I’m still going on movie dates all by my lonesome. Amazing.
What the heck happened to dating though? For goodness sake, allow yourself to be courted. Right? All of them have had relationships with their children’s fathers that did not turn out well. I just really believe that after having an experience like that, I would pump my breaks a little when it came to getting serious with someone. Doesn’t everyone past the age of 16 realize that things are always honkey dorey during the first 6 months of dating? And then guess what happens? True colors come out. You find out that your boo doesn’t even like peanut butter. He doesn’t like peanut butter, man! Can you spend the rest of your life with a person who won’t eat creamy goodness? Or you find out that your girl has never washed a load of clothes in her life. Her entire 19 years of life! Can you really spend the rest of your life teaching someone how and when to wash clothes?
These same things apply to older people as well. I’m talking to you too, boo. I mean, unless you’re middle-aged or older with a significant amount of life behind you and know exactly what you want, take the time to date. It doesn’t hurt to take the time to grow with someone. You probably won’t regret it. You’ll like yourself more if you’re saying, “Boy, I know every hair on your scrawny chest” rather than “dannnng, I didn’t know you had hair growing there.” Eww.