Bethenny Frankel

Bethenny Frankel's first take on the ATL Housewives.

on Oct 7, 2008

How can I even start this blog with a straight face? Now it is officially a fact: Truth is stranger than fiction. Never in the land of ever could a writer come up with characters the likes of these five broads. The Real Housewives of Atlanta is an episode of Cribs meets Jerry Springer.

In this dreadful financial climate, it is particularly unbelievable to watch this level of conspicuous consumption. However, it is wildly entertaining and I applaud their honesty. These women are unapologetic, bringing it, blinging it, Prada-pumping, booty-jumping and letting everything hang out.

This show highlights the "Black Los Angeles" - the fortunate African American set of women who have married professional athletes, benefited from high-profile divorces or are seeded by their sugar daddies.

Being a part of the New York franchise, I think I may have to unexpectedly slap one of my castmates to keep up with these Atlanta women. Ramona and I may have to mud wrestle in Central Park to portray the shock value entertainment that these women will provide.

Now down to the characters:

NeNe stands out to me. Looks aside, she is the Jill Zarin of their cast. She and her husband have a long and strong marriage - she has struggles, yet a genuine relationship to her children, and yes, she is always in the middle of the drama and seems to like it. NeNe's feelings are easily hurt, and she seems as if she will often have an axe to grind. She's the heart of the show. What she looks like, what she wears and how she needs to be the center of attention seem to be important. When going to Sheree's event of the season, NeNe wants to stop traffic, have the best outfit, and be noticed by all.