Cast Blog: #DCHOUSEWIVES

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Let's Hear it for the Boys

Secret Thoughts

A Rewarding Experience

Man Rule Refresher

Wine Woes

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Bullying Tactics

Something for the Grandchildren

Man Rules

McGyver, Jack Bauer, ... Jason Turner?

Just Say ... Yes?

Love, Communication, and Mutual Respect

Mary's Best Moment

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No More Drama

Edge of Your Seat Drama

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Q and A With Stacie

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Shining Just Where We Are

Time to Press Delete

Mary's Worst Moment

Be Careful Who You Trust

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Gracious Offerings from Burkina Faso

No Stones Left Unturned

The White House Cirque Begins

Miss Understood

There's Nothing Pretty About Being a Mean Girl

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"Some People are Not Destined to Be Friends"

Ask, and I May Tell!

I Live for "Today!"

High Heel Fatigue

The Many Faces of Mary

This Oasis is Not a Mirage

What is Salahi-ism?

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Time Is a Healer

Vineyard Vindication

Breaking the Man Rules

Who wants to Shoot Tareq?

Making Wine, Housewives Style

Reality Check

Grape Expectations

I Laughed, I Cried, I Cringed

'Tis Better to Give Love Than to Receive Meanness

Let's Hear it for the Boys

Alex McCord emerges from Fashion Week to put a little focus on the D.C. husbands.

OK, mama is home and catching up on two episodes. Took the false eyelashes off, the hair extensions out, and it’s time to blog. Yes, it’s the end of Fashion Week in New York, and I’m feeling TIRED.

 

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If I were Mary, I’d have wanted to jump over the table and pound that drunken Tareq for his horrible accusations. Since we are in D.C., not NJ, Mary did not do that. She listened to Tareq implicate her daughter for (what?) car theft? Equipment damage? Hard to say, and now of course there are stories online that this happened two years prior to filming, but never mind. Going off what we saw onscreen, Tareq didn’t have the cojones to come out and directly tell Mary what Lolly allegedly did, and I don’t buy it for a second.

Cat got sassy with Edwina Rogers, and I lapped it up. Personally, there’s something I truly love about women attempting to be polite when their political beliefs are questioned. Edwina really just wanted to be on camera, invite Cat to a party and serve some cucumber sandwiches. She didn’t want to talk about healthcare, which Cat sensed and pounced on. Well played, Cat.

The men came out this week! Jason continued his papa bear role, from backing up Mary last week with Tareq, to finding a potential bridge to Stacie’s birth father on Facebook this week. Meanwhile Rich wore fetching orange pants and sardonically reminded Mary that the only way her supersonic closet lock will work is if she uses it. We then moved on to the Men Against Breast Cancer gala, which touched us here in Brooklyn as Simon’s first wife is a 16-year survivor of the disease. What a great segment, of course made humorous by the ladies’ reaction to the male models on the runway.  Were we at a fashion show or at Chippendales? Regardless, I’m glad we got to see Paul Wharton again, even if only on the runway!

8 million? 8 dollars? 800? 800,000?  Did anyone else wonder what went along with the number eight Tareq mentioned as his house price range? Michaele busied herself with dreaming of the $20 million home they drove past in Spring Valley, or wanted to stay at the Four Seasons – she couldn’t decide which. No matter, as long as it’s not a condo. Perhaps they could have bought Lynda’s Ritz Carlton apartment?

Speaking of Lynda, she cracked me up. What former Southern Baptist converts to Judaism, burns sage and pours holy water all over her new house? Lynda, that’s who. I hope she does fabulous things with her windows and the other things she wants to fix up.

After I got over my anger at them being included on the show, I wanted to find ways to feel sympathy for the Salahis. I don’t. They bug me. I didn’t care about their renovation plans for the winery, or that Tareq and his mother have issues. I didn’t care about Michaele’s tears; I just wanted her off the screen. On the other hand, I wanted to jump through the TV and hug Cat when she tried to hold it together over the loss of her friend. Funny how that works.

 

Stay tuned for next week, and in the meantime, find me on Twitter or Facebook to find out what we’re up to.