Got sucked into The Vortex this week.  I was in a weakened and vulnerable state, and that is when it is most likely to happen.  It has probably happened to you…if you are stuck at home sick, with a remote in your hand.

I don’t know what made me even turn it on, except as I’ve already stated, I was in a weakened state.  That is when one is most likely to resort to pleasure-seeking, or more accurately, avoidance behavior.  My husband would come home from WORK, and I would be slumped on the couch surrounded by little piles of used tissues, a glass of juice, some nasal spray, and a glazed look in my eyes.  He would take in the pathetic scene, watch for a few minutes, shake his head and leave the area.  Strong!  And unwilling to become another victim.  Beware the Beverly Hills Vortex!  Those REAL HOUSEWIVES!

It was awful.  I couldn’t turn it off.  I couldn’t take my eyes off them.  Sooooo much Botox!  Sooooo many fried blow-outs and tousled extensions.  Listen:  their hair moves, but their faces sure don’t.

Ugh.  I feel skeevy.  Like I’ve been hanging around with some rough trade.  This went on for pretty much the WHOLE WEEK.  Right through to the Season Finale!  Agony!

This is what I learned… those ladies have been through some HELL in 90210.  But their problems are entirely SELF-GENERATED, like, failed marriages, and financial snafus, and bad book deals.  They are survivors!

These are the women I spent my week with and became strangely obsessed with:

Lisa Vanderpump is clearly playing the VILLIAN in the piece, manipulative and COMPLETELY out for herself.  Her denial of reality is as shocking as it is convenient.  Her face is frozen.

Brandi Glanville is the VILLAGE IDIOT, inappropriate and always saying the wrong thing, then when she is “called out” getting flustered and telling everyone to F**K OFF!  And also to GO F**K THEMSELVES!

Kyle Richards is kinda the HERO figure, Paris Hilton’s Auntie is clearly the moral center of the show, believe it or not.  Pretty decent with a nice, hearty laugh.  But not when it comes to her sister…

Kim Richards, who is the DAMAGED one, like a smashed and smudged butterfly.  She clearly needs to get the hell out of there.  My prescription?  And I’ve given this some thought… she should move to Manhattan and go to MEETINGS, and ride the subway, and study like, guitar, and walk around a lot, and get GROUNDED.  It is her only hope!

Yolanda Foster is the ICE QUEEN, gorgeous and self-righteously superior.  Apparently she used to be a supermodel.  I wanted to scream at the TV “Do you think you’re better than them??”  Lecturing people about botox when you’ve got this weird forehead just doesn’t ring true.

Taylor Somebody is a HOT MESS, working on a nice alcohol problem.  Her Botox/Filler situation is dire!!

Camille Grammer seems NICE actually, she looks like she is thinking “How the HELL did I get involved with this??  Can I just sit here quietly, let my Botox settle, and not start a fight with anybody?”

And I don’t even want to talk about Adrienne.

When Andy Cohen, the executive producer and self-promoting mouthpiece of the Real Housewives franchise, was asked recently WHY he thought these women were willing to expose themselves in such a tacky way, he said “I have honestly not figured that out.”

I have.  Money, ego, celebrity culture, lack of vision, wondering how to pay for more Botox.  It is transparent and yucky, and I sure hope they don’t put THAT in the time capsule for future generations to be appalled by.

Oh and BTW, don’t miss the new Season Premiere Tuesday night @ 9pm.  On Bravo.