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Hey y’all!
Back in April, I was home visiting my fam in Georgia. As tradition would have it, my little God-sister Tenisha came by my parents’ house one night and stayed with me. While we were up chatting about boys, the grandeur that is Beyoncé, and everything else girl, she put me on The Real Housewives of Atlanta. I know, I know. Of the 4 million-something viewers, I am not one. But I did watch the reunion On Demand with my chick-a-Tee (Tenisha), as she explained to me who was who and who was mad at who and why who was mad at who. Though I’m not one for most reality series, I must say, I was captivated and humored by the cast. Phaedra Parks, particularly, stood out with her squinted Black-church mother faces and clichés, like “Help her, Lord” and “Fix it, Jesus”–which she murmured every single time her archenemy Kenya spoke… which was every five minutes. The sayings were hilarious and reminded me of every 60-plus black woman in church I’d ever known!
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