I love it. The weekly ratchedness and overly-dramatic woman-on-woman violence that is Basketball Wives. The show is as entertaining as it is irrational. Seven non-Basketball wives thrust into a forced social circle, who throw bottles of champagne at one another over such trivial
accusations questions like “why you talking about me behind my back??” To which another less ratchet non-mother effin factor will respond “Uhhhm…cuz that’s the only way the producers will sign my check.” It’s all good because in reality tv land, nothing makes sense although we’d like to think that it should. These are the questions that pop up over and over again as I watch Basketball Wives.
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