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Real Housewives of D.C.: Vanilla In Chocolate City

By Sexy Chatty Catty

SexyChattyCattyFUNKMASTER GEORGE CLINTON ONCE DESCRIBED Washington, D.C. as the Chocolate City with vanilla suburbs. So in bringing us its latest entry from the Real Housewives franchise, Bravo has managed to pluck one housewife from the city and all the others from 'burbs.

The horsey (What? She's married to a polo player. What did you think I meant?), party-busting Michaele Salahi managed to make it on the show. A former makeup artist, she's either raised her station in life or is living on borrowed time. She has the manic eagerness of a new puppy or a successful social climber.

She and hubby Tareq are like Teresa and Joe of New Jersey -- living the high life on borrowed bills. They own a vineyard but serve beer to their guests. What's up with that?

Mary is married with five kids. She's very pretty, has gorgeous hair and the easy, languid grace of someone who grew up with money. She hung with the Kennedy kids. Her grandfather was offered the option to buy Tyson’s Corner but turned it down because it was too close to the city. She's that kind of rich. Her role is the level-headed center of the group.

Stacie, a proper Sotheby's real estate agent who deals with million dollar properties, is also married and has two children. Her role is the same as Barack Obama's -- will they turn into the angry, black people or not? She feels, as I do, that if you're gonna say you’re from D.C. you should live in the city. Right on girlfriend. It always rankled me when American Idol finalist Justin Guarini would claim to be from Philly when he actually lived about 20 minutes north in Doylestown. The gall -- stealing Philly cache. But I digress.

Lynda runs a modeling agency, has two grown sons and a big, black hunk of a boyfriend. She's one of those women who’s age you can’t quite guess because she probably has her plastic surgeon on speed-dial. She has a bit of queen bee demeanor but not enough that she's off-putting. She is not fond of the Salahis and didn't attend a recent polo charity event they hosted. She called it a rodeo. Ha.

And then there's Cat --beautiful, blunt and British. She’s a former model, divorced with two kids; her husband is a photographer for the White House. It’s clear she’s used to being in a certain atmosphere which doesn't have a lot of chocolates hanging around.

Stacie is trying to cultivate Cat as a friend for Bravo’s sake but it’s not working out as well as it is between, say, Cat and Mary -- or even Michaele. Stacie hosted a dinner party with Janet Jackson’s chef and invited her real girlfriends Erika and Shirley along with Mary and Cat. Unfortunately, Cat made the terrible mistake of not liking Tyra Banks and praising former President Bush. Stacie also couldn’t manage to have Cat have a dinner party and invite President Obama! Who is this terrible woman?

Sometimes even blacks think all blacks should like the same things. I don't like Tyra and I'm black, but I didn’t realize it was the crime they seem to think it is, so I give Cat a pass on that.

What I can't give her a pass on is for Sunday dinner Stacie also invited her to at Stacie’s Aunt Francis’s house. It was a mixed group with Mary and her husband and Lynda attending as well. You could tell wasn’t their first time hanging out with sweet Aunt Francis. But Cat found Aunt Francis’ win worse than Tareq’s beer and said so, was visibly uncomfortable, ate practically nothing and left before desert. That was rude. But, as Stacie’s husband opined, maybe she’s just a rude person. Which I think is true.

Cat later says she’s sorry things began on a wrong foot with Stacie, and that she’d like to get to know her better. Ha, sparks should eventually fly between these two. You can't diss Aunt Francis and get away with it that easily.

Later, Michaele hosts a party for a stylist named Paul Wharton, one of those young, fly gay black guys who become stylists in order to hang with the rich and famous. The Salahis arrive in a white stretch limo with a police escort. Wha, what? Is there no crime in the city that needs tending too that the police department can spare two cars to escort two people to a PARTY?

She and Lynda get into it because 1) Tareq opened a bottle of win with a sword and the cork hit her in the butt, and

2) she said Michaele needs to eat a cheeseburger. Paul tells us that Michaele shouldn'’t mess with Lynda and if she does she should watch her back. OOOOO, street fight. But really, they just should let their plastic surgeons duke it out.

During highlights of next week’s show someone utters the word “journey”and I cringe.

And what is Bravo thinking with these overlapping Housewives seasons? I’m beginning to feel like a Tea-partier at a health care rally -- that they’re shoving this program down my throat.

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




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VERY INTERESTING, DO NOT LIKE CAT, HATE MOST OF HER COMMENTS.

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