Basketball Wives: LA: I'm Done.

What happens when a bunch of judgmental middle-aged velociraptors stop being polite and start picking apart a pretty young woman who dares cross their path?

Basketball Wives: LA.

Tonight's Basketball Wives: LA was the straw that broke this camel's back and I have to say that I'm officially tired of the BS. Tired of the hypocrisy, tired of the mob mentality, tired of the abusive attacks on someone that didn't do a damn thing to draw the ire of the circle. It's a bunch of sub-high school hijinx from women who should know better and who claim to be above drama but reveal in it like a pig in fresh mud and watching somebody continually take the brunt of the circle's frustrations with their own situations has gotten old.

For six episodes, we've seen Draya Michele (Howard) be prejudged, name called, and raked over the coals in order to be "accepted" by a group of women who obviously aren't going to be planning her birthday party anytime soon. It's been a frustrating watch and a sad watch, the reality TV equivalent of a kicked puppy continually returning to its master in order to be kicked yet again. You want to reach through the TV, give her a hug, and offer to take her out for a burger and some shopping, but she seems doomed to ghetto Groundhog's Day for at least the rest of this season. Read More...


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