Hi My Babies! You know what? Just hearing Big Ang’s voice in my head is going to be a huge help for me as I recap this show. I think it just might be the thing that helps me like this show.
I miss you already Big Ang
Don’t get me wrong; I totally wanted this show on my recap roster. I happen to think that Jennifer Graziano is an evil genius when it comes to reality show manipulation. I just worry that she may have blown her wad with the first one and is scrambling to have another iron in the fire before she had a chance to really examine why the original series was so awesome.
But, since she did add CousinSuckUp to the second season of the original, I know she is human and most likely bowing to pressure to “bring the drama” with this one. I can adjust. I do love my drunken bitch fights, and reality delusion.
It was just so difficult avoiding comparing Chicago to the original. I was going to say some crap about how if this one had come out first, I would totally be comparing the Staten Island women to the Chicago women. But that seemed wrong because this first episode of Chicago doesn’t seem to have the heart that Staten Island did. So, I can’t say that in good conscience.
Instead, I am going to try my best to really enjoy this show for what it is.
This is the Bad Girls Club for 40somethings. They don’t all live in the same house, but they are all doing that thing where they feel they have to prove that they are the baddest bitch. I can work with that. But, you my babies? Can you deal with Bad Girls Club: 40Something?
If it helps, just think about Goodfellas and how this show is filled with women who have bad skin and wear too much makeup and look beat-up in their cheap looking thrown together outfits.
Let’s meet the new crop of bad girls:
First up Renee Fecarotta Russo. She is the niece of Big John Fecarotta. He was gunned down by his best friend in 1986. I have to make a mental note to find out what kind of shot my best friends are. Friendships end all the time and the last thing I want is to have to deal with dodging bullets. Anyway, Renee is talking tough about how the Mob started in Chicago. She’s very proud of it too. She’s another one of those “I was treated like a princess” types. You know what? It’s all tiaras and unicorns till someone gets gunned down by their best friend. She is pulling on her thigh highs as she talks about how she might have an ex in prison for murder, but she is all about class and respect.
Ain’t I classy looking?
Then, there is Nora Schweihs and for some reason, her name invokes images of German doctors and I cringe because it’s probably still too soon for holocaust jokes. Nora interests me because she has no idea where her father is. See, her dad died mysteriously in prison, but she was never given the chance to lay the body to rest. It’s like some government conspiracy involving the death of Marilyn Monroe and a body gone missing. Anyway, to prove how classy she is, Nora brags about drinking Dom since she was five years old. I wonder if they put it in her sippy cup? Anyway, Nora is back in Chicago trying to hunt down her father’s body.
The feds are hiding my pop’s body and I’m going to track it down.
Pia Rizza, and come on, who didn’t immediately think Pizzeria? Especially after we learn that she is a stripper? Anyway, Pizzeria is anything but proud of her father. See, her dad used to be a cop. But, he was a crooked cop for the mob. Then, he cooperated with the Feds and got labeled a rat. Seriously? She’s pissed that her dad was labeled a rat? She was more proud of him when he was a crooked cop? Wouldn’t the fact that he was crooked mean that he was already a rat? A rat to the other cops who trusted him? Pizzeria is eerily reminiscent of Danielle Staub. So much so, that I shudder when I see her on screen.
I’m a stripper and I love it. Oh, and I hate my dad for being a rat.