By Manisha Krishnan - Wednesday, April 10, 2013 - 0 Comments
Feeling much how I imagine Andy Dufresne does in Shawshank Redemption when he frees himself from prison, but not before one last trek through a sewage pipe, I settled down to watch the Real Housewives of Vancouver Season 2 finale last night.
Amanda has come a long way from the beginning, when she could barely pronounce Kombucha, and is now ready to launch her line of the sweet fermented tea. She decides to throw an Alice in Wonderland-themed party at VanDusen Botanical Garden for the occasion and invites all of the Housewives.
“Mary can be a mushroom. They grow in sh-t,” declares Jody, who plans on dressing as the Queen of Hearts, obviously.
Meanwhile, Mary consults with her matchmakers to see which suitors they’ve picked out for her. Bachelor 1, a suave Italian; Bachelor 2, an old-school gentleman with a penchant for skinny-dipping; and Bachelor 3, a tall 50-year-old (seriously, that was his entire description), don’t make the cut. The reason? They’re mere millionaires whereas Bachelor 4 is a billionaire, or as matchmaker Jane says, “he’s the whole package.”
By Manisha Krishnan - Wednesday, April 3, 2013 at 1:25 PM - 0 Comments
Last night, my roommates warned me that if the Blue Jays game didn’t end in time for Housewives, they would not be handing over control of the TV. I felt a glimmer of hope, but alas, the timing worked out fine and I settled in for my weekly dose of masochism.
It seems Ronnie’s gong show birthday was still top of mind for everyone.
Jody and Amanda meet up on the beach to discuss how Ronnie could have possibly gotten so drunk on the boat trip to Granville Island. The obvious answer seems to be: because she drank alcohol. But the ladies are determined to Sherlock Holmes it up.
“I don’t know how it got to that,” says Jody. Infuriated that Robin was drinking around her alcoholic friends, Jody concludes that she must have slipped something into Ronnie’s drink.
“I think Robin is the instigator of this event.”
By Manisha Krishnan - Wednesday, March 20, 2013 at 3:13 PM - 0 Comments
And it’s not just because, as a friend said, “they all look like aliens,” or the fact that I’m losing brain cells by the second watching the show. It’s more that the constant barrage of immaturity and nastiness — scripted or not — is infuriating and, as Ioulia points out in episode 7, kind of boring. If I’m going to watch a show with high school themes, it should really be Glee.
This week picks up in Toronto, where Jody is still judging Top Chef Canada.
By Manisha Krishnan - Wednesday, March 13, 2013 at 2:20 PM - 0 Comments
This week’s Housewives begins with a coincidence that would only ever occur on reality TV.
Mary’s agent informs her that she’ll be kicking off a press tour to promote her album and the first stop is — gasp — Toronto. This, of course, aligns perfectly with Jody’s TO trip to guest judge Top Chef Canada.
Out of the kindness of her heart, or maybe because she just wants friends, Mary invites Robin to sing background vocals during her performance of Hero on Global Toronto’s Morning Show.
Robin replies, “That would be the most exciting thing ever in my life.”
Really? I thought these women were meant to be Oprah rich.
By Manisha Krishnan - Wednesday, March 6, 2013 at 1:01 PM - 0 Comments
There’s something about Mary Zilba and it’s really, really unfortunate.
This week, the Housewives gang up on the soft-spoken pop star even more as it becomes crystal clear that Jody is winning the war between the two of them.
First we’re taken back to Q4 Ristorante where Amanda’s birthday is just getting heated.
Ronnie and Jody attempt to rehash drama from earlier in the night, but Mary, forever trying to be the bigger person says she “will not go there.”
Jody snidely replies, “You’re talking with your mouth full and that really bugs me.”
By Manisha Krishnan - Wednesday, February 27, 2013 at 12:43 PM - 0 Comments
In episode 4, viewers were privy to “a day in the life” of the Housewives and since none of them really have jobs, not a whole lot happened.
Amanda’s 34th birthday is coming up so she decides to treat herself. A spa day, you ask? Well, not exactly. Armed with Jody and Robin, she heads to Ambleside Dermedics for a Vampire Facelift, a procedure that draws a person’s blood from their arm and injects it back into their cheeks.
She feels “smashing,” so I guess it was worth the $1,200 bucks, or, what some people call “rent money.”
Afterward, Robin catches up with Mary and Ronnie at Cactus Club Café on English Bay. She gabs about Amanda’s procedure, although neither one of them shows much of a reaction — perhaps because their own Botox and fillers won’t allow for it.
Robin also warns the ladies of her suspicions about Jody and Amanda.
“I just have this really weird feeling that they’re like a little army,” she says.
By Anne Kingston - Tuesday, April 3, 2012 at 11:36 AM - 0 Comments
The only work these housewives do is ordering their staff around and arranging glasses of white wine
In 2004, a species known as “Real Housewives” arrived on TV. Female and fungible, the tribe is predominantly blond and tan, with long hair, taut skin, trout-pout lips, Barbie-like physical contours and rich husbands or exes. Prone to travel in packs, they delight in ostentatious display, dramatic outbursts, internecine sniping and drinking white wine. The show’s name is arch—their housework usually involves ordering staff around. First spotted in Orange County, the species has surfaced in New York City, Atlanta, New Jersey, Beverly Hills, Washington and Miami. They draw big audiences who enjoy watching rich women behaving badly. Advertisers flock to their glossy production values, celebration of acquisition and “We deserve it!” mantra.
Now “Real Housewives” have been identified north of the border, with next month’s arrival of The Real Housewives of Vancouver. And they’re five tall poppies: Jody Claman, a ﬂamboyant, Hummer-driving “mom-preneur” in business with her 24-year-old daughter; Reiko MacKenzie, a married mother of two girls with a mania for luxury cars; Mary Zilba, a former pageant queen and Canadian “pop star” now well-divorced and raising teenagers; Ronnie Seterdahl Negus, a self-described “domestic goddess” and “jet-setter” who lives in a waterfront gated community with her husband and five children; and Christina Kiesel, who’s 29, single, childless and living large on two divorce settlements: “Vancouver is a gold mine and I love to go digging!” she proclaims shamelessly.