Models Monday: Repeat Step 1(In Advance of the New Season of the Real Housewives of Atlanta)

I think I might have seen an advertisement on television promoting the new season of The Real Housewives of Atlanta. In advance of the new season’s launch in early November, I thought to re-post my thoughts on the show because they’re sure to be relevant because nothing on the show ever seems to change.

Natasha Trethewey’s poem “Tableau” from her book Domestic Work features a man and a woman pretty much in repose:

At breakfast, the scent of lemons,
just-picked, yellowing on the sill.
At the table, a man and woman.

Between them, a still life:
shallow bowl, damask plums
in one square of morning light.

The woman sips tea
from a chipped blue cup, turning it,
avoiding the rough white edge.

The man, his thumb pushing deep
toward the pit, peels taut skin
clean from plum flesh.

The woman watches his hands,
the pale fruit darkening
wherever he’s pushed too hard.

She is thinking seed, the hardness
she’ll roll on her tongue,
a beginning. One by one,

the man fills the bowl with globes
that glisten. Translucent, he thinks.
The woman, now, her cup tilting

empty, sees, for the first time,
the hairline crack
that has begun to split the bowl in half.

I’ve thought about this work a great deal since the very first time I read it. I love its elegant simplicity.

I imagine the man and woman as a married African American couple. I admire their ability to be still together, quiet, and comfortable enough with one another to take leave of their partnership to think their own thoughts and to have their own ideas about everyday things. Their peace enables them to see mundane things anew. While the “hairline crack” in the bowl might suggest something ominous about their relationship, I choose not to interpret the ending in this way. I see that “hairline crack” much like the “chipped blue cup” that the woman sips tea from: a mark of character as well as a feature of the cup. Flaws do not make items disposable for this woman. The cup has not lost its value as a conveyor of her morning drink. Despite being chipped, the cup still works.

The representation of an African American married couple who can be still together and quiet counters the representation offered on The Real Housewives of Atlanta. The tableau of African American married life on this show stands in direct opposition to Trethewey’s beautiful still life. The characters presented on this show do not seem committed to preserving anything despite functionality. They constantly shop for new things whose meaning seemingly derives from its brand name rather than its use. This show interprets the meaning of African American married couples spending time together, at least the significant part of it, as mostly scheming to make more money. I see very little beauty here. Why are we supposed to want lives like these women have? 

I was really moved to see the cast showing a common understanding towards Kandi’s heartbreak over her daughter’s poor relationship with her father. What troubled me though was that you don’t ever see any of the women most concerned for their children’s relationships with their fathers doing anything that would improve them. In one episode, Sheree takes her son tennis shoe shopping and she makes some disjointed claims about the relationship she wants him to have with his father. I don’t actually remember what she said but I remember thinking that she would swear up and down that she talked to her son about his father but how little talking actually occurred. I thought the same thing when I saw a clip from an episode featuring NeNe talking to her son. Their descriptions of themselves as party starters, however, does not support their ambition to offer meaningful talk; that requires quiet. Meaningful talk requires thinking through what to say and how. The Real Housewives makes no effort to depict people who spend any time strategizing how to talk. What they offer is a process involved in being mean spirited: Step 1: Make a lot of noise. Step 2: Read nothing. Step 3: Busy yourself with a series of mindless tasks. Step 4: Meet a friend for dinner. Step 5: Talk to your friend over dinner. Once you get to Step 4, you begin to see how following these steps put you on a road to destruction because they gave you nothing to discuss once you reached the fifth step. The only thing these steps prepare you for is being mean spirited; a disaster.

I think that the cast of The Real Housewives of Atlanta were sincere when they claimed to want their children to have better relationships with their fathers. I also think they were being sincere when they talked to their children about this. However, really being of service to one’s children would require making use of a different series of steps: Step 1: Be quiet; don’t make any noise. Step 2: Read something. Step 3: Focus on what you read; think about it. Step 4: Discuss what you read with someone who spends more time being quiet and reading than you do. Steps 1-4 prepare you to offer advice, but before saying anything, it is extremely important to repeat Step 1.

Step 1 is where Natasha Trethewey’s poem centers all of its action. Those two people aren’t gettin’ the party started; they aren’t spending any money. What they are doing–together–is giving life careful attention. They are catching their perceptions up with the world going on around them. They are making careful observations and adjusting themselves to meet them (i.e. the woman turning the cup so as not to sip from the “rough edge”). They are executing a model of living that I find most attractive. It’s a life that we can all have without spending a dime–so don’t expect to see this life on television; it wouldn’t be attractive to sponsors.

2 thoughts on “Models Monday: Repeat Step 1(In Advance of the New Season of the Real Housewives of Atlanta)

  1. I get sad watching them ,knowing that this is low brow entertainment at it’s worst. I get sad looking at the negativity and superficiality of all this foolishness. But this is what entertainment is unfortunately. They have great clothes though. I get sad watching them because I can’t afford to go to the hair salon. I want to look pretty like them. I know I am contradicting myself here. But I so desperately need a beauty make over. And I need a spiritual and psychological makeover as well.

    1. One of the purposes of my keeping this blog is to offer the suggestion that reaching contentment might require creating alternative ways of seeing the world and imagining new possibilities for living a good life. From my point of view, for example, those women wearing expensive clothes don’t look pretty at all. Those clothes don’t inspire them to be loving people.

      I see much of what’s on television as a long running advertisement for the same narrow vision of glamour and wealth. From your comments, it appears that you’re watching television as a consumer when it might better serve you if you watched television as a skeptic. Occupying such a position might just allow you to write a formula for beauty that doesn’t cost so much.

      I’ve been doing some thinking recently about the value of women looking pretty. And when I think about it, it doesn’t appear to do women very much good. I know a man who describes his wife as “gorgeous,” and yet he is unfaithful to her; Halle Berry’s “gorgeous” and how many times has she been married? Looking pretty to others doesn’t seem to me to be as meaningful or as useful as creating beauty; it’s far less passive than being regarded as an object of fascination.

      Occupying the position of consumer doesn’t encourage innovation. To that end, if the transformation you’re seeking requires spending money, then it’s very unlikely that you will ever be satisfied; have peace. As Toni Morrison writes in her novel, Paradise, “in sight is free and available to anyone who wants to develop it.” Spending time developing what Morrison describes as “in sight” may help you resolve the incongruity you’re experiencing between your critique of superficiality and your desire for its emblems. “In sight” prepares a path for a substantive life.

      Thanks for commenting. EMM

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