Pleah.  Voyeurism is pathetic any time, but voyeurism focused on something so abjectly pathetic as the "Real Housewives" of anywhere is a new low.

I haven't watched the latest instalment -- nor do I plan to -- since a few minutes of a previous incarnation was enough to put me off my dinner.

The title itself is a falsehood.  These women aren't real -- while I don't doubt that the genuine versions are odious enough, I am also convinced that the least savoury of their words and deeds are manufactured by the producer.  And they aren't housewives.  They don't cook, clean, mend clothes, tend their gardens, or look after their children.  They are dubious and expensive baubles for their financially successful but emotionally bankrupt husbands.

I sincerely hope the few left watching are only doing so in the same way people watch a car wreck.  I shudder to think that there may be those that are envious of that vacuous a lifestyle.