Are you ready for your close-up, LaVeta?
WHEN FELLOW Daily News columnist Jenice Armstrong appeared on my radio show to say that a “Real Housewives” spinoff was a possibility for Philadelphia, I thought it was cute.
I mean, who could resist the possibility of producer Princess Ann Banton-Lofters creating “Housewives” madness right here in the cradle of liberty? We could have our very own NeNe Leakes, the perfect mix of cute and crazy, from “Real Housewives of Atlanta.” More important, we could put our own spin on the brand.
Our star housewife could be an Eagles fan, and begin every show by belting some chick in a Giants jersey while sipping Olde English 800 from a brandy snifter. Or she could end each show by singing the theme song from “The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air” while cruising West Philly in a hot-pink Bentley.
She wouldn’t be plastic-surgery chic, like Kim Zolciak, who ate pizza while undergoing laser fat-removal treatments. Nor would she start wig-pulling catfights like the oh-so-classy Sheree Whitfield. But at least she’d be real. I guess that’s what bothered me about Princess Ann Banton-Lofter’s visit to Philly. I felt like she didn’t do her due diligence.
If she had, she would’ve called the most written about housewife in Philadelphia. That’s right, boys and girls. She would’ve called my wife, LaVeta.
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