What reality show would be complete without a little girl-on-girl action? (NO…not THAT kind of action, you dirty-minded reader!)
Several years ago, I wrote a book about women’s inhumanity to other women at work.
Sadly, that theme is timeless. The reality show writers and producers love to feature episodes in which women scream and call each other names, upend tables, and reveal secrets told to them in confidence.
And, although no hair-pulling was involved, this week’s episode included a display of cattiness, followed by snitching, followed by lots of tears.
Following a cringe-y talent show (which featured a lap dance, poetry, and karate, among other things), two women went at it, with one of them even saying to the camera that the other one was “as dumb as a rock.”
Ouch! Is this what we want our daughters and granddaughters watching?
Gerry, of course, ended up in tears. Rather than knocking their heads together (like Moe in The Three Stooges), he rewarded one with a rose and wept over the drama. He’s a big extemporaneous eye faucet, and that’s good for ratings, I suppose.
I’m getting a bit tired of the whole storyline of an insecure woman acting badly and another woman beating her up over it.
If I were cast on the show (hint, hint), I would have sat down with both of the battlers and told them that their bitch slapping was bad for all of womankind.
And then, they would either thank me or slap me.
It could go either way. The latter would probably be better for ratings, however.