I am truly loving this third season of The Real Housewives of Atlanta. Don’t get me wrong — I liked the first two seasons — but there’s something about this third iteration that is clicking for me in a different way. I think it’s because all the women are kind of hilarious in their interviews. Even Kandi, who was sweet but kind of bland last season, is suddenly funny. She has a whole different vibe about her this time around — a little more jaded, a little less wide-eyed. It’s working for her quite well.
I did have some concerns that Cynthia would be a non-entity, and while her story lines haven’t been entirely fascinating (at all), last night she did prove to be pretty funny in her own right, especially when she made fun of Phaedra. Oh Phaedra. This woman is the worst. From her incessant bragging to her ridiculous suggestion that her husband — the ex-convict — was “clean,” Phaedra was simply awful in every way. Her inflated sense of self-worth is horrifying — as is her gaudy materialism (let’s not forget her demand for gifts from her husband). Kandi nailed it when she called the lawyer “boughetto” — a mix of bourgeois excess and ghetto tackiness (See? Kandi IS funny now). For anyone wondering how those monsters on My Super Sweet 16 will turn out, look no further than Phaedra Parks. And let’s be honest: anyone who throws an event that makes Sherayay’s Independence Party look quaint certainly has some taste issues.
Speaking of Sherayay, it wasn’t too long ago that she was the worst of the worst, but now I truly love her. She luckily avoided the baby shower from hell and instead wound up attending a seminar held by her potential new boyfriend Dr. Tiy-E Muhammad. I don’t know about you guys, but I get a major con artist vibe from this guy, and it’s not just because he has a bizarre balding pattern on his head (seriously, he needs to take a razor to that curly mess). Dr. Muhammad’s seminar was aimed at teaching black women how to find successful black men, but from all we could tell, it seemed to be a lesson in old fashion gender roles. Dr. M informed the ladies that they gotta let the man feel like a MAN, and if there’s a bottle of ketchup on the table, he should be the one to open it up (bonus point to Sherayay for noting that she doesn’t eat at restaurants with bottles of ketchup on the table). Of course, I’m not sure what this has to do with finding a successful man, and furthermore, I’m not sure what sort of successful man would be demoralized by a woman opening a bottle of ketchup, but that’s neither here nor there. Ultimately, the scene came down to Dr. Muhammad questioning whether or not money was important to Shereé. Would she date a guy who worked at Payless shoes, he asked. Without missing a beat, Sherayay quipped back, “How would I meet him?” Advantage: Whitfield.
Also razor sharp last night was Nene, who treated herself to some cosmetic surgery in the chest, nose, and stomach regions. The outspoken lady spent much of the episode on pain killers and under sedation, but even in her muted state, she still was able to let loose with the one-liners, referring to herself as Michael Jackson and a pretty little flower. I’m not sure too many people could remain coherent, let alone funny in the state she was in (see Lynn from Orange County).
As for Kim, she pretty much spent the episode doing her usual thing: flittering about, being stupid, contemplating a recording career, and smoking cigarettes. Her parents did drop by for a visit, which allowed us to see her goofy dad and, uh, visually intriguing mother. I don’t want to be too nasty; so I’ll refrain from making comments. However, I will note that the term “tranny clown” did enter my head at one point last night…
Anyway, here’s the photocap:
What did you think about the episode? How are you liking the season?
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