I'll admit it: I've dabbled in some of the other "Housewives" franchises. Beverly Hills is ridiculous/entertaining. Atlanta's good for some laughs. New York is too bitchy. I can't tell anyone apart on Orange County. (And Miami...please. The best part about it was the lady who looked like a cross between the cat lady and Vincent on "Beauty and the Beast." Give her a show!)
But New Jersey...I love them despite myself. I don't know why they charm me so, but as Sunday evening fast approaches, I honestly have a hard time picking out which to watch first -- Mad Men, or this. It's like standing in the chip aisle at the grocery store, trying to decide whether I want to spring for organic corn puffs, or grab the two-for-$4.00 Doritos and spend the night licking orange dust off my fingers. One is delicious and filling; the other is irresistible and leaves me feeling filthy.
Will Season 4 deliver the goods? Will it impart onto the zeitgeist anything as timeless and enduring as "The Last Supper"?
God, I hope so.