If you take the time to watch the season premiere of “The Real Housewives of Atlanta,” you may initially be lured into believing that wealth and fame has finally (and I mean finally) refined our fair ladies. Life seems to be a series of breezy, pleasant tasks, like moving into a fabulous new house or paying cash for a brand-new car. But rest assured — these women are still crazier than bloodthirsty bedbugs and have lost none of their appetite for fighting and shrieking in public places, purses swinging back and forth as they hysterically flap their arms in indignation. Ah, some things never change!
But first, the boring stuff. Kim is pregnant. Really pregnant. Like, may have to squat and pop out a kid in a storage facility pregnant. Actually, that won’t happen, as even though she’s moving her Big Papa-era belongings, she’s sitting in the car while her hot, younger boyfriend does the heavy lifting. Kroy is a defensive end for the Atlanta Falcons, and Kim’s entranced by her ass. I’m more distracted by the thought that Kim might really ruin the interior of her car if Junior decides to show up early, but no such luck. Kim thinks it’s very rude that Kroy doesn’t have “Tardy for the Party” as his ring tone. Actually, I think that implies he might be a man of good taste, or at least better taste than Kim’s. Kroy seems to be a good guy, and unfortunately I think that means he’ll be sticking by Kim’s side far longer than logic would dictate.