At The
Huffington Post, Margaret Carlson writes:
Bravo announced this week that it is expanding its Real Housewives franchise to the nation's capital, with its "influential players, cultural connoisseurs, fashion sophisticates and philanthropic leaders."
Have they been here lately? The best-dressed aide on Capitol Hill would horrify the lowest grip at Universal Studios. There are no cultural connoisseurs. Congressional leaders can be dragged to the Kennedy Center once a year for a televised gala, and they leave early.
Is it just me, or does Maggie sound a bit...
uneasy? She does her best "nothing here to see, move along people" dance:
What's won the Real Housewives high ratings is in short supply here: obvious wealth, shopping as sport, conspicuous beauty and indulgent husbands. It's not North Korea's nuclear bomb and TARP. Squabbles over Sarbanes-Oxley rock our world.
In the real Washington, housewives don't have the discretionary income to be interesting. They are widowed by husbands working on -- or living off of -- Capitol Hill or the White House, virtually raising the children alone. They try to snatch a few minutes listening to National Public Radio while driving the carpool in a futile effort not to be ignored at the rare cocktail party where someone might deign to talk to them. If they have money, they can't hire help because their husbands don't want a nanny problem should they be face vetting as a nominee to run Treasury.
I'm not buying it. She goes on to suggest that a better idea would be The Real
Hookers of Washington D.C.:
The only sign of sex is the kind over which politicians lose their jobs. Which brings us to the city's escort business which as the Emperor's VIP Club patronized by Client #9 shows is thriving. It's so vibrant you would think Congress was subsidizing it, like soybeans.
According to Carlson, Washington wives bust their asses at home and get no sex while their husbands rule the world, get all the attention and bang every hooker they can find. Do I detect a touch of resentment? To me, this sounds like a recipe for drama, and an enlightening glimpse into the odd lives of the members of our ruling class.