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(S)Mothers on TV!

Now Honest to Goodness, living breathing Manhattan (S)Mothers will be viewable in YOUR OWN PERSONAL LIVING ROOM!

This press release flew right into someone's e-mail box just moments ago and I had share with my fellow Mamas. When it goes live, I'll try and give readers a heads up so we can watch the TRAIN WRECK as it HAPPENS!!!! (I swear, I did not make this up, though, hell, I wish I had):

BRAVO STARTS PRODUCTION ON NEW DOCU-DRAMA "MANHATTAN MOMS"

NEW YORK - September 20, 2007 - Bravo announced the start of production on its new docu-drama "Manhattan Moms" (working title), a series following an eclectic group of Gotham socialites and their families. From their over-scheduled Manhattan lives of private schools, charity events and running businesses, to escaping to their summer homes in the Hamptons, the series will take a look at this particular cultural milieu and the real-life drama of Manhattan's exclusive society. The announcement was made by Frances Berwick, Executive Vice President, Programming & Production, Bravo.

"'Manhattan Moms' is a fly-on-the-wall glimpse into the privileged lives of New York's wealthy socialites," said Berwick. "We'll watch as they juggle calendars packed with charity fund-raising galas and the social whirl of the Hamptons , with interviews for elite private schools and high-powered careers."

Ricochet Television Inc. ("Super Nanny") is onboard to produce the series, with Lenid Rolov serving as executive producer. For more information visit www.bravotv.com.

Don't know what is more exciting...Elite private schools? Social whirl of the Hamptons? Manhattan's exclusive society? So much to take in. We're gonna hit the biscuit bin (read: vodka tonic) and muse on it.

Comments

Kate B. said…
The very thought makes me feel somewhat ill.

Let's start a petition. Or a campaign. Surely something can be done.

Think of the children...

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