Something's definitely in the water on Wisteria Lane. Last season, Desperate Housewives was our new Sex and the City, and we couldn't get enough of Bree, Susan, Lynette, Edie and Gabrielle. Nothing, we thought, would come between us and our new addiction. We tuned in religiously every Sunday for clues to Mike's bizarre behavior, Susan's nasty feud with Edie, Gabrielle's extracurricular activities with her teenage gardener and Lynette's struggle to keep her sanity while caring for four kids. (Yikes!) Plus, there was that whole mystery about Mary Alice's death...
But this season, Housewives is, well, dowdy. Why? It's become a little too soapy for our taste. Gaby forging her paternity test was straight out of The Bold and the Beautiful. Her subsequent fall down a flight of stairs was so One Life to Live ‑- circa 1993. The police suspect that Bree poisoned her dead husband... and now she's engaged to the totally creepy pharmacist! And seriously, what's with the new neighbors keeping the guy locked up in their basement?
Even off the set, DH seems to be in trouble. The basement guy was fired for "improper conduct" ‑- he was caught flashing staffers! ‑- and the role is being recast. And then there was the Emmy drama when Felicity Huffman won best comedic actress and Teri Hatcher refused to take a congratulatory photo with her. Can you say diva?
Is DH desperately in need of some help? Do you think season two is a downer? Does the pharmacist make your skin crawl? Are you so over Eva Longoria ‑- with her constant gushing about real-life love Tony Parker... and talk about her Brazilian bikini wax? Join our debate ‑- or just dish about the DH dirt.
