This is a true confession. I love “The Real Housewives of ____” (insert city here). As dramatic as I am, I have zero tolerance for drama in my life. I don’t like dramatic girls, I don’t like tension, I don’t like ridiculousness. What I do like is funny over the top things that can be turned off when they need to be. Some may argue that I don’t know when to shut my drama off, but those that really know me know it’s a switch I can turn on and off as quickly as a lightbulb. For some reason, though, The Real Housewives of _____ is my go-to decompress show. If I’m home after a busy week or just need my brain to have zero activity, I’ll turn on one of those shows. I hate to admit it, but I love them. Maybe because it makes me feel better about my life? Maybe because I wish I could have Mercedes and bling, and small dogs, and expensive clothes. I’m not sure. Curiously enough, the only thing it makes me envious for is a husband and kids. The rest of the lifestyle only complicates an already complicated dynamic. Marriage. and Children. I really don’t envy those women at all…. well except for maybe the big houses, private jets, and spa days. But I’m sure those are in the cards for me someday ;).