Most of us here are Bravo addicts for a reason, and that reason is escapism. It’s the reason that the Brooks storyline and the Yolanda storyline and the Kim Richards storyline all seem to detract from our viewing experience. We tend to focus on the funny and the crazy to nearly obsessive levels.
After spending hours of my life that entered the double digits yesterday covering the latest financial enterprise of a newly released #FelonByBravo, a New Jersey newspaper journalist with the same experience and I exchanged tweets about our plight of covering Teresa’s book tour. Her simple statement, “how did I end up here?” pretty much summed up my thoughts after a two-day sleepless blogging bender.
I still had a story on a former cocktail waitress who was recently banned from a bar to cover, and the OJ Simpson miniseries before heading to bed. It occurred to me that in my newly chosen career, the plight of an aspiring actress/waitress in my virtual inbox under “important” and the entire concept felt surreal. I took an interesting approach in covering that story, one I had actually used before in a post about the British Ladies of London attacking the American expat with the lack of couth necessary to fit in. During all of this I am watching a reality star win the NH presidential primary by a landslide. How did we in up here indeed? While my highly hyperbolic (even for me) post about Kristen Doute garnered tons of views, the comments were disappointing in that my commentary on the irrelevance of what I was posting did not land.
So while I was unable to convey the sentiment that we put way too much importance on the minutiae of some of these Bravolebs, I hope I can properly convey the importance of remembering that they are real people.
I hope this excerpt from Eileen’s Bravo post will serve as a reminder. That they are all real people dealing with life and death and addiction, and insecurities and finances and health issues just like the rest of it. Some of them deal with their life struggles by resorting to a life of crime, an uncharacteristic number actually. And other handle their business with class. Eileen Davidson falls into the later group.
On behalf of the entire TamaraTattles clan, I extend deepest sympathies to Eileen and her family. It has been a rough time for them lately.
I’m here with a very heavy heart to share the news of another beloved family member passing away. Sadly, my eldest brother, John “Jack” Davidson, left us suddenly last week at the age of 69.
My big brother was a brilliant man. He graduated Cum Laude with a major in Chemistry and a minor in Mathematics from St. Mary’s College. A proud Vietnam veteran, he served our country as an air traffic controller during his deployment. He loved old cars and considered himself a “muscle car aficionado.” He was heavily involved in all kinds of athletics, especially martial arts. At the age of 56, he received his black belt in Shorin-Ryu Karate. John had a wicked sense of humor and a great love for his family.
Now if you’ll excuse me. I’m going to take some time to call my siblings. Something that often seems to get pushed to the bottom of the to do list. I need to reprioritize what is important.