Bravo started this new documentary about doctors and doctors’s wives about three weeks ago. It comes on right after Real Housewives of Atlanta. I haven’t really been into it. The only reason why I know what’s going on is because it comes on right after Real Housewives of Atlanta, and for some reason, I’m too lazy to switch the channel.
One of the doctors’ wives, Quad, has been judged at the crazy one. But I kinda like her. Another one of the doctors’ wives, Kari (the only White woman) is also very interesting – but not necessarily in a good way. She looks, talks, walks, and sounds weird. Yesterday she was looking like someone gave her too much botox on her lips, and then punched her to fix it. It was just weird.
Fast forward to the good part. Kari and Quad had an issue a while ago, and Kari who thinks she’s high and mighty – but really isn’t – decided to uninvite Quad from the party she’s hosting with Mariah for their husbands, even though Quad is Mariah’s best friend. Mariah, trying to fix things, arranged for three of them to have lunch. After the lunch, Quad was reinvited. Quad promised to behave herself at the party, especially because she wanted to respect her best friend (Mariah) and her husband. Mariah was so satisfied with her job of being Ms. Fixer Upper that she gave herself a pat on the back.
Then there’s Toya. Mariah and Toya clearly don’t like each other, but they maintain friendship because their husbands are doctors. Let me just say that both my parents are medical doctors, and I have never, ever known this kind of drama. Who says you have to be friends just because your husbands are in the same profession? They are doctors, not Prime Ministers.
Anyway, Toya allegedly told people some personal things that Mariah told her (To Mariah: Why the hell would you tell Toya, the lady you don’t like, personal things about you?). I say allegedly because I don’t know if she did for sure. It might have aired in a previous episode that she did say it, but I did not watch it. Mariah came to her own damn party two hours late AND in a Hummer stretch limo. She was already mad at Toya and trying to hide it. But Toya, she asked for it. She just had to go and report Mariah’s mom, Lucy, to Mariah – the woman who was already mad at her.
One thing led to another, and next thing, weaves are being grabbed, champagne glasses are broken, Toya’s panty is exposed, Mariah’s purse is in the swimming pool, and Lucy (Mariah’s mom) is hitting Toya on the head with her purse! I gotta give it to Mariah though, everyone knows that she kicked Toya’s ass. And she did it all while wearing a mink coat! Now, that’s something.
Throughout the fight, you can hear people saying, “Let go, Mariah!” But Mariah was not hearing none o’ that! She held on to Toya’s weave like her life depended on it. I love Lucy, Mariah’s mom. The way she kept hitting Toya on the head with her purse, that was amazing. And I learned a new sentence/vocabulary from her: You must to. And this apparently means something like, “You definitely must know.” Oh yeah, totally adding this to my vocab.
I live-tweeted the entire event. The fight was all I was there for, and it was worth the wait. I lived!!! It was everything. Seeing a bunch of grown ass women fighting at a party? Yaasssssss! After the fight, Toya shamefully took herself to the room where she wept, and it was all music to my ears.
And Kari – the strange White woman – she was all kinds of lost. Now, Toya and Mariah, I don’t know why y’ll had to go do that in that nice White woman’s house. Y’ll just had to show your asses, but I’m not complaining. A continuation of the fight would be greatly appreciated.
hiohiohiohiohiohiohio… oooh ooh oh
hiohiohiohiohiohiohio…”are you kidding me?” “let me iterated the last point, DOCTORS WIVES!”
hiohiohiohiohiohiohiohiohiohiohiohiohiohiohiohiohiohiohiohiohio
to be continued is necessary oooo..hiohiohio
Izzie, lol.
The thing tire me oh.
As they say you can take the lady out of the ghetto, but that cant make her a lady. I think I said it wrong, but you get the point. It should be called mob wives, not MD wives.
Lol. I think you meant to say you can take the lady out of the ghetto, but you cannot take the ghetto out of the lady. I’m thinking they should be called Ratchet Wives sef because the level of ratchetness is unbelievable.