Okay, okay. When I’m wrong, I say I’m wrong (pours out some wine for the amazing Jerry Orbach), and I was wrong about the Here Comes Honey Boo Boo family. Once upon a time, I was the reality phenomenon’s biggest defender. Heck, I even made ‘sketti with butter and ketchup in a Country Crock container for a HCHBB viewing party! False. That was a giant lie. 🙂 Not even I am that gross.
However, I did love this family’s dynamic. Mama June seemed extremely grounded in light of her crew’s sky rocketing fame (remember those trust funds?). Sugar Bear was (and honestly still is, or at least seems to be) a guy who just wants to do right by his common law (that marriage ceremony was bogus, right?) wife, their daughter, and his step-children. Alana Thompson, aka Honey Boo Boo herself, was everything you could have hoped for in a cheese-ball chomping, pageant preening, fart loving seven-year-old. Of course, when the news broke that June had left Sugar Bear and reconciled with the pedophile who had victimized her oldest daughter, I had to stomp on my rose colored glasses and throw them in the dump that family once foraged for our entertainment. Le sigh.
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