So I'm really trying to make sense of Aviva Drescher. Like really. I initially thought she was a breath of fresh air on her first season of Real Housewives of New York. And then her dad arrived…as did her phobias (and no judgment on the phobias…I have my own compound of them). The next thing I knew she was slinging around the phrase "white trash" about Ramona Singer and Sonja "Sexy J" Morgan. While she wasn't quite wrong, I think you'll agree that her delivery fell very short. It was awkward. And awful. It was what reality television should be if you want to cringe a lot.
Imagine my surprise (our collective surprise) when she arrives for her sophomore season kissing more a$$ than I ever thought possible. She hated Ramona. That's fine. Own it! But her constant "you look fabulous, can we try to be friends?" coupled with "your hair is just so white, I love it!" (as a fan of the blonde bleach, let me assure you that white hair is never a compliment unless you're a Golden Girl). Now, Aviva, who does have the luxury of knowing how the season transpires, has decided to play the victim. She's like a gargoyle…and that's not me making that comparison…it's her! What the—?
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