Real Housewives of Atlanta Recap: 'Duking It Out'
Please welcome to the stage, Kim Fields ... and Porsha's boyfriend, Duke
As they say in the great state of Georgia: Y’ALL. I’m very nervous! I think I might be – steel yourself – enjoying this season of The Real Housewives of Atlanta? Now, given, I enjoy every season with that sort of stunned disbelief that can only come from watching a grown woman in a nightie made of handkerchiefs throwing a pajama party for a bunch of other grown people that starts off seeming like a scene from Eyes Wide Shut ends up being like Bad Boys.
Yes, it provides a specific type of hide-behind-the-throw-pillow enjoyment. But the angle that the editors and producers seems to be taking in this show’s eighth season is a little less shock-factor and a little more willing to embrace the monster that they’ve created. They put Kenya Moore into this world, and, damn it, if they want to mock her for implying that she’s “made it” in “Hollywood,” or thinking she “owns a home” that isn’t “falling apart” and probably the “scene of violent crime,” then that is what they’re going to do. And I thank them for it.
I also thank them for Kim Fields. I have but one simple question: WHAT IS SHE DOING HERE??? Let me provide you with a few analogies to help understand why I’m so confused: Kim Fields is to Kenya as Roger Bobb is to Tyler Perry; Kim Fields is to Porsha Williams as NPR is to whatever the hell Porsha hosts on Dish Nation; Kim Fields is to Kandi Burruss – actually, you know what, I’ve never really understood what Kandi is doing on this show either. But Kandi seems more down to clown (and drink a moscato and Hi-C Fruit Punch cocktail) than Tootie.