Maybe it’s because these insane people live in Pittsburgh, but I just can’t stop watching Dance Moms. If you’ve been living under a rock, I’ll fill you in on the premise of the show. One crazy dance teacher. Four (consistent) crazy moms. And now, a few extra lunatics thrown in – a rival dance studio owner and some other mothers who are trying to parade their daughters on camera for a few minutes of fame.
I can’t get enough of this show. Abby Lee and her minions. I feel bad for the daughters because more often than not, at least one of them looks completely miserable. I haven’t yet fathomed how the moms just let Abby yell at their kids like that. One mother tends to threaten to walk out of the studio at least every week, but it hasn’t happened yet. Why? Perhaps she liked her visit to The View a little too much.
I’m planning on watching this show tonight with my friend Sara since she’s finally back from grad school for a bit. I’m bringing over a bottle of wine and we will sit there and laugh hysterically at the ridiculous antics of these people. It would seem less shocking to me if the cast of this show lived somewhere that breeds crazy, like L.A. But they’re practically in my backyard.
I particularly like when I drive to work the day after an episode airs. I’ll turn on 96.1 and listen to Mikey & Big Bob bash Abby Lee and all the mothers for their questionable choices. I’ve never seen a dance studio so dysfunctional but I can’t rip my eyes away.