She's out promoting her new book, The Naked Truth. I also caught her on The Wendy Williams Show where she coyly claimed to have had encounters with Don Johnson and -- Prince! P.R.I.N.C.E.! Liar. I can’t believe that and still love him. And I do love him.

Her book reviews on Amazon mirror the ones for New York Housewife Jill Zarin’s Secrets of a Jewish Mother: Real Advice, Real Stories, Real Love.” Basically, don’t waste your money.

I’m pretty much done wasting my time with the Housewives of Jersey and its example of "perverse pageantry of degradation."

I can't stand to see Dina’s creepy cats anymore -- the hairless "Grandma Wrinkles" and Ladybug, the bizarre moon-faced Chinchilla Persian that she has groomed like a poodle.

Teresa is that pretty, silly girl who always had boyfriends that I used to hate in high school. Caroline scares me. Danielle is too needy and sad, and if Jacqueline wasn’t family she’d probably be gone from the cast by now.

It bothers me that in the very first episode someone Danielle thought was a friend betrayed her in a really nasty way. And the way she discusses her personal business in front of her kids is really disturbing. We see them cringe and the oldest usually leaves the room. The oldest has also been picked up by a modeling agency and Danielle is all into that. The money to keep her in million dollar houses has to come from somewhere. That story line is already making my stomach churn. You can see the panic in that kid’s eyes when Danielle talks about traveling the world with her as her career grows.

The last straw came when she got wind of an event Caroline was throwing and planned to crash it. She got the kids into the car (see what I mean) and talked to them about her problems while driving to the house. They, the CHILDREN, had to tell her that it wasn’t worth it and she should turn back. Then she tells us how smart her kids are. That she always listens to them. Wha, wha, wha. Lady, you're the fucking mother. They should be listening to you. You should have some good advice for them. It’s just too exasperating. She’s too much baggage.

Now I'm not saying that if I’m up at 8 a.m. on a Saturday morning and my viewing choices are Paid Programming, Zumba Dance or Real Housewives of New Jersey, that I’m not going with the Housewives. I am. But I’m not doing the weekly thing anymore. Maybe I’ll check back in with the Gay Real Housewives of New York. Yes, that’s a real show.

SexyChattyCatty is a regular contributor at CrabbyGolightly.com where she writes on TV, America's favorite snack food.