Teresa Giudice is no Catherine de' Medici
My wife is addicted to these Real Housewives "reality" shows on Bravo, and in her quest to TIVO every episode I have become sucked in, as well. The melodrama of these shows is completely engrossing especially for males. Some of these women are like deranged aliens and the weekly train wrecks are catastrophic. Perhaps my favorite demolition derby is the Housewives of New Jersey. The major crash test dummies are the familia Giudice and the ultimate guidette Prima Donna, Teresa Giudice.
Look, I love Italians, Italian-Americans, New Jersey, The Boss, Big hair, Leopard print, Spandex, and the fictitious Satriale's Pork Store, but Teresa is an annoying giacchieron. Her husband, Joe is one meatball short of a full plate o' spaghetti, and epitomizes everything I believe is wrong with crooked New Jerseys' nefarious construction biz.
The real thing that put me over the edge was Teresa's horrible cook book, Skinny Italian! My wife bought a copy of the book home for my perusal. All I have to say is....WTF! Sure, I could not put it down because I was laughing like I was reading a great satirical spoof from National Lampoon. The "Juicy Bits from Joe" segments were ridiculous. the book overall was a Hodge-podge of goofy anecdotes and sappy notions.
This book will be one of those books that you find for $1.99 in the discount rack at Ross Dress for Less next to the weird candle holders, gaudy cheap decor, and six year-old discontinued hot sauce. Teresa, che cazzo stai dicendo?