Real Housewives of Atlanta: “Who gon’ check me, boo?”
Ladies, the Real Housewives of New Jersey ain’t got nothin’ on the Real Housewives of Atlanta . If you had forgotten, let the first episode of their second season remind you: the heat down here makes people crazy. It’s 10:30 in the morning as I’m writing this and it’s nearing 90 degrees outside – you’d get upset quickly too. Maybe I have a special place in my heart for the Atlanta housewives because all of their shenanigans go down in my hometown, but I can’t help but think that they’re probably my favorite ones. I had a brief love affair with the New Jerseyites, but their reunion left me kind of glum and unimpressed, whereas the Atlantans have never done anything but delight me with their awfulness. And don’t get it twisted – that’s what we’re all here for
Real Housewives of Atlanta: “Who gon’ check me, boo?”
