NJ: Ew no more!

After years of joking about my allergy to New Jersey, despite the fact that my times and travels have allowed me to meet and love several jersey boys and girls, I am no longer sneezy and hivey when it comes to my fellow tri-state. Why, you ask? Well let me tell you a-somethin': "The Real Housewives of New Jersey" is Bravo's newest gem, and the best addition to my trashy TV repertoire since the original "Rock of Love" (You know, circa Heather and Rodeo. Come on now!). After watching the premiere and second episode with some friends, the should-be-comedian KR and her spot-on, commercial-time-passing impressions, and the third with my mother who hadn't laughed so hard since the premiere of smelly cat, I have experienced amusement as over-the-top as their mansions, as big as their hair, and as entertaining as their intertwining drama. Watch it, but don't copy the accent for all our sakes.