An entitled whiner first seen on "The Real Housewives of Orange County," Jo wasn't technically a housewife: she ultimately broke things off with her live-in fiance, Slade Smiley, and while her notion of housework was broad enough to accommodate wearing a French maid's costume it never expanded into actually dusting the mantles.
Jo, who is in her 20s, was a Madame Bovary with a spray tan: she felt stifled in Orange County, with its gates and clubs and 40-something social politics. So she took her dreams of freedom to Los Angeles and recorded her own feminist anthem: "U Can't Control Me," the message of which has now been undermined by "Date My Ex: Jo and Slade," a show that puts her ex-fiance in charge of finding his replacement. (It starts Monday on Bravo.)
Slade serves both as assessor and housemaster of the group of men competing for Jo's affections. The monochrome home with its long narrow swimming pool is like 14,000 others in Los Angeles, and in poetic confluence, the men are just as indistinguishable from one another. In line with the vague professional identities supplied for reality-show contestants, they have titles like business development manager. One, though, David, manages something more tangible: talent. Slade suspects him of getting in the game not in the pure name of reality-television love but more dubiously for the chance to handle Jo's career.
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