RHONJ, Snappy Taglines, Remoras and More-a

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RHONJ, Snappy Taglines, Remoras and More-a

If you’ve been following me for a while, thank you. Your poor bastahds, you must have nothing else to do.

You have probably figured out I like to write. I write about all sorts of stuff, except politics. I have three boys: I don’t need any extra work in my life.

I write about personal things, motherhood things, aging things, rowing, friendships, yoga, running jogging, laundry. I sometimes write with an edge. I write entirely in lower case sometimes. Other times I use “proper” punctuation.

I like to think that I’m above certain behaviors. Or better, I like to have you think I’m above certain behaviors… well, perception is everything, right?

Here’s what I’m not above: letting perfectly clean laundry sit in a basket for several days unfolded and all scrunchy and watching Bravo-TV.

Don’t you love my logo? It was really hard to do. I spent like… oh, six seconds creating it. It’s hot. I know.

I thought that in the spring I’d had it with Bravo’s #1 viewed quintet of queso, the “Real Housewives of New Jersey.” I thought I’d given up on them. I even thought I told my DVR to not record any more shows. But then lo and behold, almost two weeks ago… there they were: Teresa Guidice, Melissa Gorga, Kathy Wakili, Jacqueline Laurita and Caroline Manzo and their fake-boobed, appendage-like, botox-stricken, remora friends all over my DVR — THREE EPISODES! OHMAIGAWD! This was like winnin’ the frickin’ loddery, JeeeezUS! Ah you kiddin’ mey?

I didn’t look up their names. I actually know these biotches’ names by heart. What’s worse is that I know their husbands’ names too. I won’t do it though. You can’t make me go there.  (Joe, Joe, Rich, Chris and Albert.) Gawd, I’m pathetic.

Back to remoras. Do you know what a remora is? It’s that little fish like thing that hangs out with sharks. It’s a symbiotic relationship: the sharks don’t eat the remoras because the remoras clean the mites off the shark’s body. (I love sharks. That came out wrong: I respect them and I love them. I don’t like that they occasionally eat a human, but if we stayed on land all the time we wouldn’t be attacked by them. Just saying.)

What I’d realized is that I told  the DVR (lissen t’ me… “told the DVR” how cute) to stop recording the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills because of all their backstabbing. There’s something … I dunno … expected out of our east coast Real Housewives in terms of really poor behavior. They have to drive around with all that ill-begotten wealth in all those dead animal skins and whatnot.

Regarding Beverly Hills, I’d like to think that all the money, fame, limos and child-stars turned psych ward inmates of the region would have enabled the ladies to have more of their acts together. They disappointed. I had total faith in Camille Grammer to pull the show up a notch or two last year, but watching that sad, pathetic Kim Richards live with that mole man (now I really can’t remember his name) was too much for me. Too contrived. (I know, right?) So when I realized that my DVR did have my best interests at heart (and the kids will love this because now their laundry will be folded and ready for them to put away) by recording the New Jersey girls, I jumped for joy.

Finally, we get to the point of all this: the taglines. I love a good tagline: “Have a Coke and a Smile”; “UPS: The World on Time”; “Staples: That Was Easy.” “Dick Nixon: I am not a crook.”

The RHONJ taglines have been amended a bit this year from previous years to reflect the agendas or maybe self-reflective introspection on behalf of the ladies. (Ok, I know, “introspection”: that was reaching.)  Last year, Jacqueline said, “I might blah blah blah, but I AM my own person” because she was such a remora to all the bitter, wedge-driving losers on the show in previous years.

This year, Jacqueline’s tagline is something like, “I’m a Vegas girl at heart, …” I forget the rest, it doesn’t matter, I learned all I needed to with ‘Vegas girl.’ (Her father is a retired Army colonel, that’s shit’s hard to pull off, making colonel… she coulda said something about that…) Teresa says “When things get tough, you learn who your real friends are.” Melissa says something having to do with throwing the first punch and being a knock-out. Kathy’s talks about “We’re old school: we believe in respect.”  Caroline’s is something like “I’m 50. I’m lucky to still be on this show.” No, actually, it’s “Life is too short, I don’t have any time for drama.” Which is essentially the same as my fake “I’m 50” tagline.

So last night, Thing 2, who is bloody hilarious, started making fun of the taglines. He would push out his booty and say, “Tereeesah: I’m a knock-out!” and it was very funny. Until it became creepy.

But it got me thinking… what would my tagline be for my new season this fall? (Just kidding, there is no new season … maybe there should be.) And I thought about it and thought about it and thought about it and came up with this:

“I’m Molly. I love my bed. Don’t wake me before 9 on Sundays if you want to live.”

So I want to ask you (and I really hope you do this): what would your tagline be? So pleeeease… do one. I can’t wait.

Thank you!

About Grass Oil by Molly Field

follow me on twitter @mollyfieldtweet. i'm working on a memoir and i've written two books thus unpublished because i'm a scaredy cat. i hail from a Eugene O'Neill play and an Augusten Burroughs novel but i'm a married, sober straight mom. i write about parenting, mindfulness, irony, personal growth and other mysteries vividly with a bit of humor. "Grass Oil" comes from my son's description of dinner i made one night. the content of the blog is random, simple, funny and clever. stop by, it would be nice to get to know you. :)

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    • as a serious one, i like it and i’d have to borrow it. so often we are tricked into thinking there should be “more” in our lives when if we take a moment or two to scan it, we have more than we could ever need. you make me think, Barbara. and that’s good.

      • Thank you! But it’s true – nothing is guaranteed, not even happiness. We have to take each joy as a blessing, not as a right. And I’ve had a lot of joy – sadness, too, but a lot of joy. And I’m grateful for that. That’s the other part of joy. 🙂

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