I'm not a camper. This week at my mother's in the country is as close as I want to come, but I'm embarrassed for the Real Housewives of the OC as they attempt to camp. Meaning, they're without a corkscrew or proper red wine glasses while they sit outside their luxurious cabins -- which don't have room for all your makeup on the counter.
Maybe that's because you're supposed to give the makeup a rest when you're camping. And listen, I'm no hair experts, but those extensions look ridiculous on those women. Do you notice how often they're itching their heads? Or wearing caps or scarfs so they look like Janice from The Electric Mayhem?
So in glamping, the little kitchen prepares your meat by marinating it and bringing it to you to cook. In recyclable cloth bags. All one has to do is start the fire and put the meat on the grill. This proves difficult for all except for the new girl who has listened to the directions. I'm sure the small staff was ready to throw Alexis' iPhone into the outhouse.
You're telling me ALL those women, who may or may not be housewives, don't know how to throw meat on a grill? How do you get half-way towards death and not know how to throw meat on a grill? Or start a fire with firestarter and wood?
I'm no girl scout, but come on!! Today I watched a special on the people of Madagascar, and they have SIX year olds with more common sense. See, that's the problem with this show. These women have no idea how to survive. If you're hungry, you don't pick up your iPhone, you learn how to function. It's not cute to be that stupid.
Then, you have poor Gretchen, who is still blaming the fact that she can't sing on her fight with Vicki. When her poor singing coach knows -- the singing coach's dog knows -- it's not that Gretchen has lost her voice. It's that she never had one to begin with -- but I'll give her this. She's a survivor. And while that six-year old in Madagascar may have to salt and hang fish, or wait tables for tourists, Gretchen knows she has to support her and Slade. She has the survival instinct.
When they glam Gretchen up next week for Vegas, you almost expect the magic of the movies and a beautiful voice to come to life! But we know poor Vicki is never going to hear the end of the fact that people paid for the Pussy Cat dolls and got Gretchen in sparkles making "Fever" sound like a bad case of the flu.
Maybe that's because you're supposed to give the makeup a rest when you're camping. And listen, I'm no hair experts, but those extensions look ridiculous on those women. Do you notice how often they're itching their heads? Or wearing caps or scarfs so they look like Janice from The Electric Mayhem?
So in glamping, the little kitchen prepares your meat by marinating it and bringing it to you to cook. In recyclable cloth bags. All one has to do is start the fire and put the meat on the grill. This proves difficult for all except for the new girl who has listened to the directions. I'm sure the small staff was ready to throw Alexis' iPhone into the outhouse.
You're telling me ALL those women, who may or may not be housewives, don't know how to throw meat on a grill? How do you get half-way towards death and not know how to throw meat on a grill? Or start a fire with firestarter and wood?
I'm no girl scout, but come on!! Today I watched a special on the people of Madagascar, and they have SIX year olds with more common sense. See, that's the problem with this show. These women have no idea how to survive. If you're hungry, you don't pick up your iPhone, you learn how to function. It's not cute to be that stupid.
Then, you have poor Gretchen, who is still blaming the fact that she can't sing on her fight with Vicki. When her poor singing coach knows -- the singing coach's dog knows -- it's not that Gretchen has lost her voice. It's that she never had one to begin with -- but I'll give her this. She's a survivor. And while that six-year old in Madagascar may have to salt and hang fish, or wait tables for tourists, Gretchen knows she has to support her and Slade. She has the survival instinct.
When they glam Gretchen up next week for Vegas, you almost expect the magic of the movies and a beautiful voice to come to life! But we know poor Vicki is never going to hear the end of the fact that people paid for the Pussy Cat dolls and got Gretchen in sparkles making "Fever" sound like a bad case of the flu.
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