Posh Spice, Baby Spice, Scary Spicy Housewives

As we wait in eager anticipation of Thursday's Real Housewives of D.C. premiere, we already feel like we're in it to win it--the "scary housewives" prize that is. (Posh Spice--N.Y.; Baby Spice--O.C.; Sporty Spice--N.J.; Atlanta--Ginger) So far, trailers have revealed one indignant wifey (of a photographer) who can't believe the POTUS didn't RSVP to their invite (Afghanistan be damned! No jobs? Who cares? There's a party going on). There are also reports of a man-on-woman wine toss in L.A. (White House gate-crasher Salahi husband peevish at model agency owner tosses red wine all over her dress.) Ugh. There's even squabbling behind the scenes about which premier/premiere party is the REAL one, and did I detect a a whiff of a fake British accent? Washington can be bland. Powerbrokers just don't toss enough wine (in public anyway), which is why we need this little D.C. behind-the-scenes escapist fantasyland to break up the monotony of stiff upper lips, discretion and, well, power.  The heated players bubbling beneath the surface look to be far more entertaining, albeit a tad scary sometimes. Can't wait to see bright-spot appearances by style man Paul Wharton, charming celebrity hairstylist Ted Gibson (interviewed on this very blog-LOVE him) and other familiar faces and places. As T.O. says, "Get your popcorn ready!" We're in it for the long haul.