We’ve known all along that The Real Housewives of Wherever celebrates materialistic, shallow, catty, back-biting bitches. How come watching that shit isn’t fun anymore? A few theories…What was already artificial is now completely fake. I have this theory about reality shows. The first season delivers the most authentic version of a person. When folks see themselves on TV, they change. Who can blame them? Yet rarely do those changes result in improvement. See Kathy Wakile’s grotesque plastic surgery makeover as a recent example. These women aren’t friends. Very few, if any of the ladies, would spend time with each other if they weren’t paid per episode. Close relationships, even among family, virtually never survive filming. Fame, ego, and greed quickly replace love, trust, and loyalty. The contrived drama cooked up by producers has become increasingly nonsensical. Rather than trust the subtlety of female intrigue to unfold, Bravo impatiently forces it. It smacks of effort and it’s boring.Two franchises are wrapping up (NYC & Miami) and two more (BH &ATL) are fixing to get underway. Who else is tired of the constant rotation and inundation of haughty useless women? I’m not being sanctimonious, I love a bitch fight as much as the next living and breathing person, but the desperate story lines and bad acting on reality have sent me running back into the arms of well-written scripted television.