I'm halfway three episodes in of Bravo's new faux reality tv show Blood, Sweat and Heels are already these heffas are getting on my LAST nerves. First of all, I say halfway because I'm not REALLY tuning in to watch this. This is one of those shows I will catch if I'm chilling on my couch, painting my nails and looking for something to pass the time as I wait for them to dry. Since I paint my nails quite often, I've actually managed to nab three episodes of this train wreck.
Let me just say that I am here for Demetria Lucas, all day everyday. She is literally the only person out of this group of clearly successful and intelligent women who seems to have any sense. Sense of decorum, sense of reality, sense of ANYthing really. First, they are pissed that she wrote about their non-private, filmed for a reality tv show conversation about their views on men cheating and snooping through their man's shit. Demetria looked at the heffas crazy because well, they ARE. One, the conversation was not private. Two, she didn't mention anyone by name. Three, she shared HER perspective on the foolishness they were preaching. Four, if you had a problem, why not be a grown up, call her and tell her how you felt? Why attack her during a dinner party? As I aside, I think it's idiotic to snoop through your man's shit because you're suspicious and deep down inside, don't trust him. If you don't trust him, your options are to stay or to leave. There's no gray area in the trust. Either you trust someone or you don't. Now snooping because you're just nosey is another story...
The other gem of this last episode was Daisy. Daisy Daisy Daisy. She shows up late to a date, doesn't seem to express any concern that he was waiting for her ass or respect for his time. Then she proceeds to spend the date talking about her girl drama like he's one of the girlfriends and that she's NOT on a first date. Does anyone want to hear messiness and drama like that on a first date? On the first three dates?
I don't know if I'm going to be able to keep up with these women. I might need a cocktail if the silliness continues.
