I wanna be a housewife too!
But I probably couldn’t do it like the chicks in the ATL did it.
I finally got to watch the reality show that I’ve been reading so many comments about. Their homes blew my mind- I was literally taken aback. Their personalities were engaging and if I was a TV watcher I’d probably tune in every time the show aired. There’s no way that I can say I “hate” any of the cast because I don’t really care that much. But, I did like Lisa’s presence and work ethic as well as Deshawn’s relationship with her husband. That chick NeNe is the true star of the show though. She’s gonna get a TV career out of this, I can feel it. She has that ‘New York’ flavor that people like. Kim is…Kim. Sheree is…Sheree. No comments except to say, they would never want to be friends with me since I have no money or “class” according to their standards.
While watching the show it helped me to better visualize the type of lifestyle that I say I want to live. I’m sure I’ll get there one day, but now I see a bit of a problem…
Umm…If my fantasies come true and I do marry Kanye West (or someone more brilliant, bright spirited and creative- if such a person exists) then we may not have as much in common as I would have thought. Does having money automatically make you a part of this elite social society? Do I HAVE to participate in all of those get-togethers and social functions? Man…
Come to think of it, I wouldn’t even be able to appreciate the things those high rolling ladies do. Yes, I would LOVE a grand mansion with a house staff to take care of it, personal shoppers and assistants and all of that jazz but…when DeShawn got her birthday present from her husband and it was inside a big box with a crown on it, I immediately thought, “He gave her a bottle of Crown Royal for her birthday?”
I had no idea that was the Rolexx insignia. As a matter of fact, Kanye is going to have to be so patient with me because I won’t be able to appreciate any of the designer labels that he wears because I shop at Target about once a year. I can’t even spell Louis Vuitton. (Did I get it right?)
Which fork do I use at dinner? Is it wrong to discuss politics and religion over tea? Can I wear jeans and a t-shirt to a charity event? Will he expect me to put on an evening gown and heels and give cheek kisses to a room full of strangers? Am I supposed to know who the A-list people of the city are? Better yet, am I supposed to care? ~sigh~
I’m scared…I would thoroughly dissappoint him if he’s into that whole-Let’s be better than the rest- attitude. I don’t care about being better than the rest- my gift is unique and I don’t believe I am in a category with anyone else.
I care more about contributing to academia and the literary world. I care more about raising good boys who believe the world is their oyster. I care about being loved, truly and completely by my family and a wonderful man who is creative and adores me. I care about having good times with my friends and being able to invest in their dreams with my talent and resources.
I’ll probably have triple the resources those chicks on The Real Housewives of Atlanta have but I’ll invest it in my sons and my friends without the drama, backbiting and idle time to create careers out of boredom.
