Our Housewives, ourselves

In which I begrudgingly admit that I’m the Teddi, and try to figure out why everyone’s mad at Tinsley.

So often it turns out that the people who bother us the most get under our skin because they remind us of our own worst qualities. They are a funhouse mirror, reflecting back a distorted version of ourselves, and our animosity toward them is often only a manifestation of our own self-loathing. Anyway, that’s basically how I feel about Teddi on The Real

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