The Boughetto Housewives of Atlanta

Boughetto

Phaedra, Phaedra, Phaedra. Chiiiiiild! I get what she was trying to do with her babyshower. I really do. I liked the hats and gloves idea or at least the hat part. The ballerinas? Eh. She wanted a beautiful, whimsical, elegant event that celebrated the natural wonder of motherhood.  I get it. Sadly, she didn’t quite reach her goal.  Before she even stuck those ridiculous rhinestones on her eyelids or rammed those poor little rosebuds into her hair, the event was already headed for disaster. Phaedra was treating her baby shower like some kind of exclusive Grammys after-party.  It’s a baby shower for goodness sake! That’s a time to invite your family and your real friends to celebrate the new little baby that’s on the way.  It seemed like she invited all those people just so she could say “Oh, this is just like my wedding day!”  How many of those 200 or so people at her baby shower do you think were her actual friends? Not many. Exactly. Telling Dwight to turn people away at the door was just silly. And what in the red lace hell was Dwight wearing to that dance lesson? Also, what does Dwight do for a living?