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Originally Posted by Amlyn
I'm trying really hard to get into this. I can't put my finger on exactly what isn't gelling with me over this show, but there's something there. Could be the arrogance level. I mean these people make some of the real housewives seem humble. I realize these people do design jobs that equate to more than i'll see in 10 years of working, but still, i mean are you the be all and end all cause you can match a rug with a sofa?
I loved Million Dollar Agents (or whatever it's really called) because I guess you got to see a little more of them having to sell their soul to make their deals. A little sweat for their prize money. I just don't feel the same about this crop yet of Million Dollar bravolebrites. We'll see. It's still early on for them.
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It seems that it is supposed to be high drama when the rug comes back in the wrong color, or when the client has bad taste and the designer has to diplomatically correct it. But it's just not dramatic. And I think it's one thing if
any of these designers were somehow interesting, intelligent or funny. But they are all 100% haughty douchebags. And they all fancy themselves to be these incredibly valuable
artistes. I'm not saying that interior decorating is not challenging work, but they're not exactly curing disease or painting the Mona Lisa. The hard work actually lies with the contractors who have to do the heavy lifting in the literal and figurative sense. Walking into a construction site with a hard hat and Louboutin stillettos is not hard work.
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I watched. Kelly is getting on my nerves...surprise, suprise. She does this thing where she tries to corner you and make you feel about 3 inches tall but her attempting to school you on her topic of disapproval de jour usually makes no sense and then she doesn't even give you a chance to respond. It comes across as ignorant and condescending. And she seems to keep doing that to Alex. Ugh. Did i ever share that I saw her last year at Newark airport? I was picking up my friend lets say it was the Sunday after T-giving. I went inside cause I was early and i went to grab something at Starbucks. These two tweenish girls were standing in front of me and one looked familiar. Finally I looked over and noticed Kelly standing at the end of the counter frantically pounding away at her Blackberry. Her older daughter did all the ordering and paying and I was trying very hard not to gawk cause I was respecting the fact that this woman and her two kids were flying home from a holiday with family (or actually I think it was Florida), but I digress. About 15 mins later when i went to meet my friend down in baggage claim, i noticed the same older daughter trying to pull her luggage off the belt and was struggling. She looked up and turned around looking for her mom and Kelly just wandered right past the belt where her kids were and her oldest yells, "Mooooommmmm...helllloooo.......are you crazeeee????" Oh man...took every ounce of my public manners to not just go...."YEAH she is!!" I snatched a photo of her with my phone that pretty much sucks and once they were out of earshot I called my mom to tell her. It was funny.
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Ooh, I haven't watched yet. But yeah, Kelly is the perennially annoying wack job, although I have to admit that she has been surprisingly coherent this season, especially compared to last season and "Scary Island." But I absolutely
loathe it when she goes around saying, "That's not normal. That's not what normal people do. It's not normal behavior. You're being weird," as if she ever had a "normal" moment or thought in her entire life. Still, I think of all the NYC housewives, I can least stand Alex, who is such a
poseur, and everybody else knows it. If it wasn't for the show, none of these women would give two flying Fig Newtons about Alex. So I'm glad (from what I saw in the previews) that both Alex and Simon get put in their place!
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Oh, and i once saw the thug that was Danielle's sidekick in the parking garage at the mall. Let's just say that I don't think he got paid by Bravo. His car looked like something you'd find after it was ransacked in a bad neigborhood in the worst section of NYC.
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Rick Springfield circa 1982 called; he wants his hair back.