6th Oct 2009, by c.m. youngpeter, filed in musings
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Like, literally I DIE… Going bananas… Seriously…chic.

Don’t get me wrong, I love me some Bravo reality (Flipping Out, Housewives- NOT New Jersey, Millionaire Matchmaker to name a few), and the Rach’ Zoe project is no exception to the bitchy gay/fab fashion/hot mess vortex that gets me every time.

Haoweverrr (say in Taylor bitch voice), have you noticed that all of the main characters (subjects?) all speak with the same bizarro LA valley girl meet Central PA tween inflection that is making the show borderline unwatchable.

Oh and I hated that leather trenchcoat Rachel forced Brad, but would kill (literallaaay) for the Hermes bracelet RZoe got for Taylor. Bananas!

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