The Gay Housewives Are Coming

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The Gay Housewives Are Coming
Take The Real Housewives and dip it in shimmer.

It's no secret that we at YourTango are big fans of The Real Housewives series. In fact, we'd go so far as to say they're our television version of pizza. Even when it's bad it's still pretty good, but no matter how great, we feel a little bloated afterward. Real Housewife Sex Tape Scandal

So just imagine our excitement when we read that The Real Housewives are...turning into gay men!

 

Oh, child! At last! We've been thinking all along Sheree, Kim, Lisa, Kandi and NeNe should take the day off and give Gay Husband Dwight more camera time. We could listen to him murmur about "dreadful" fashion, sashay through tacky homes of Atlanta's elite and whisper "all we can do is pray for them" on repeat all night. And we may get our wish.

The same production company who masterminded The Real Housewives of Atlanta is looking for fahhhbulous gay men to add some sparkle to reality television. But these aren't just any gay men—but gay men living the glam life in a May/December type of show-mance. As the release said:

I’m looking for the hottest young, fabulous gay men NYC has to offer for an upcoming docu-series. These boys need to be living the good life, keeping up with all the hottest shopping, restaurants, and clubs, and preferably have lots of drama keeping them busy at all hours of the day…and night. I’d love for them to be in a relationship, and we’re looking for diversity in those relationships – especially younger/older dynamics.

Eh. We see where this is going. Snore.

While one could certainly make the argument that young, taut men in designer jeans swiping a geriatric's credit card never really gets old, do we as a society need another gold digger show? Another one? Good God. Can't they be more original? If we had a penny for every time we turned on the T.V. to be greeted with a broke crumpet posing for a free meal in a swanky banquett we could purchase the entire network. It's all just gotten  so terribly passe.

Unless they discover the gay man version of Anna Nicole Smith (platinum hair and implants included) we'll probably take a pass on this Daddy Warbucks mess. Well, that is, after we watch, blog about it, and gossip about who we love and hate, of course.