Friday, January 7, 2011

The Real Housewives Are Trying To Kill Me

My fear and loathing of all things Real Housewives has been well documented in this space. In case you are unfamiliar with the apocalyptic conflict that is society vs. the Housewives, you can catch up here. As a result of the horrors I've suffered at the hands of Bethenny, Ramona, Lynn, Kelly, et al, I've stopped watching them, and I've tried to stop thinking about them. Consequently, there are occasionally moments of peace in my life. Or, rather, there were. I was innocently perusing this morning when I came across this fabulous news from New York Housewife Jill Zarin:

“I worked on a body shaper line which every young girl is going to want to wear.”

That's right. The lovely Mrs. Zarin has created Skweez, a line of Spanx-like undergarments "for young girls and older women." Because it isn't enough to be part of a franchise that models cruelty, materialism, and objectification for young girls -- oh no. Jill realizes that real success comes from teaching young girls that their bodies are unattractive unless squeezed into steel-strength girdles. Great work, Jill. You jackass.

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