No. Not I. Kenya Moore as portrayed on The Real Housewives of Atlanta (RHOA). I say portrayed because I refuse to believe these shows aren’t staged. Disclaimer alert! I don’t follow RHOA. Truly, I don’t. But this weekend I found myself watching a few back-to-back episodes on Bravo. All these ladies are wrong on one level or another. But Ms. Kenya Moore piqued my interest most of all. She’s stunningly beautiful and it appears that she has persevered through early hardship to be the successful woman she is today. Admirable right? Simultaneously, she comes off as ridiculously insecure and not at all humble to boot. Amazing that it’s possible to be both “a strong independent black woman” and “an insecure, self-doubting person” don’t you think?
Anyway, I found myself truly feeling very sorry for Ms. Kenya Moore. That sort of desperation to be married and to birth some children like yesterday (her words) cannot be good. And Walter, the man she has chosen to make this happen? Oh dear! Though I do not feel sorry for him, I can smell his apprehension each time the topic is broached. He looks like a player, you know the old man who just doesn’t want to give up hanging out in the club with a girl barely out of her teenage years on his arms. I would be mightily surprised if these two do end up marrying – he is just not that into her nor her Trader Joe’s frozen microwavable food passed off as a home cooked meal. Oh goodness. And she uprooted her life to get close to him to snare him? Sigh! We women.
Someone slap me silly if I start to be that desperate to be a wife and mother.