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In 2011 Bravo premiered a new TV show that fit perfectly with their station slogan– Bravo: This is Why Women Deserve It! The show was called Pregnant In Heels, and it was about New York City’s most famous pregnancy concierge. What does that mean exactly? In the pilot, Rosie Pope explains it like this: “Women are bitchy anyway, so take a rich bitchy woman and put a baby inside of them, and then you’ve got my client.” That is a real quote!

What you need to understand about Rosie Pope is that she hates this job and she is terrible at it. She opened a store in 2008 that offered “cutting-edge maternity fashion, but also a welcome environment that includes cupcakes, mocktails, and gangsta rap if the mood strikes!” (It never struck). Pregnant in Heels began filming in 2010, so at the time, she had at most two years of experience in her field. Today she’s no longer a pregnancy concierge; she works as a luxury real estate agent, which is great because you can’t make a building cry.

You’re supposed to find the women Rosie works with ridiculous, but it’s surprisingly easy to root for a terrified pregnant woman and unsurprisingly difficult to root for a woman who charges them $500 an hour for her services and then viciously insults them both to their faces and behind their backs. Often, Rosie comes into a situation where a client has asked her to help with a problem. This is usually insane, sure, BUT Rosie could theoretically help with it. Instead, she always finds something else the client is unconcerned about and chooses to “fix” this “real” problem instead. If she was on the Titanic, she would recommend you leave the lifeboat to get a teeth whitening.

The funniest example of this is an episode in season 2 where the client is terrified of childbirth and wants Rosie to help her mentally prepare for the process. Rosie’s response is to tell the client to get rid of her dog. To be fair, the dog does eat a baby doll’s face as if Rosie slathered it in chicken grease before coming into her apartment. It is incredibly hilarious to watch Rosie go, “What if that was your baby!” as if they don’t understand that babies shouldn’t get mauled by dogs.

“If this dog won’t stop eating babies, it needs to go!” Rosie says as if these people are keeping friggin’ Grendel in their house instead of a Yorkie. She brings in a dog trainer, and it turns out the dog is not a monster. It just really likes dog toys which is what a baby doll seems like. It’s also, let’s say, within the realm of possibilities that one of the show’s producers did slather the baby in chicken grease.

There’s also the terrifying case of a woman who just wants Rosie to design a maternity wedding dress for her. It’s a very simple request, but Rosie takes one look at her and asks, “How much weight have you gained during your pregnancy?” The client, Robyn, is dealing with gestational diabetes, so Rosie takes this as an invitation to go into her kitchen and start pulling food from cabinets. This is the scene where I really started to hope she would get crushed by a piano like a Looney Tune.

After finding “gasp” a single cupcake, Rosie returns with a nutritionist and makes Robyn start an exercise routine at nine months pregnant. Surprise, Robyn hates it and feels like shit. Robyn successfully gets married and gives birth to a healthy baby boy, and Rosie manages to take one final parting shot at her in the update at the end of the episode.

At this point, you might be asking yourself why would anyone ever do this show? With something like Bridezillas, you punch a few cakes, and they pay for your wedding. These people have money. They can afford dignity, yet they still let Rosie into their homes. My theory is that for the two years the show was running, Rosie’s services became such a status symbol that her clients were willing to put up with pretty much anything. In a world where the woman with the largest statement necklace is the alpha, Rosie’s clients look like this.

Also, while the expectant mothers occasionally have perfectly reasonable demands for Rosie to completely ignore, they do sometimes ask for crazy stuff. One couple had Rosie exorcize their haunted nursery. Another woman wanted an oil painting of herself nude on horseback while pregnant, but unfortunately, she gave birth early and had to settle for a nude painting of herself and her baby on horseback, the standard nude oil painting scenario:

Sometimes they come to her with a fairly normal request like, “Help us name our baby,” and Rosie finds a way to make it unbearable. The woman rocking the Flavor Flav necklace above calls herself a “branding expert” and sees choosing a name as “choosing her baby’s brand.” Most of the parents I know only want one brand for their baby, and it’s called quiet and never poops, which is a terrible name.

Rosie assembles an expert think tank to brainstorm names with the couple. It includes a linguistic expert, a brand expert, a poet, and a baby blogger, not a baby that blogs, unfortunately– an adult woman who blogs about babies. Also included on the panel is her assistant LT who always wears one-third of a wig sideways on his head.

The brilliant names this genius think tank comes up with include Asher, Brody, Tucker, and Miles. Rosie then arranges for a focus group of hiring managers to see if they like the names. They all give the name Brody a ten-minute standing ovation. Rich people love Brodies. In the end, the baby is named Bowen Asher, which does have a certain brandness to it. I can see it as a brand of low-calorie whisky or inflatable glamping bubbles endorsed by David Hasselhoff. Maybe a hunting lodge where women often go missing.

So, it’s extremely clear that Rosie is winging it through the entire show, but it’s not just her inexperience as a pregnancy concierge that makes her seem like a grifter to me. She has a very unusual voice that combines an English accent with a little bit of a lisp. She sounds like the inspiration for Anna Delvey. All of the things about her past are very cool and also very vague. She says her father was a ballerina, and her mother was a doctor/scientist. Then she randomly drops early in the season that she “used to be a baroness.”

Rosie’s client wants to ask her boss, Lord Wedgewood, to be her baby’s godfather. This seems like a bad idea to me because Lord Wedgewood has full Hulk Hogan hair, and I think it would confuse a child.

Rosie seems to think that because he’s a lord, he’s related to the royal family, which isn’t how that works. All of her advice on how to properly pop the question to Lord Hulk Hogan involves things that are at the top of the Google search results for the phrase “What do British people like?” Rosie says she should ask him over tea and dress like Princess Diana. This is Britain 101. I thought she was going to start explaining that there’s a huge clock named Ben that everyone is wild about over there. “Maybe charter a ship and take him colonizing!”

Apparently, when questioned later about her “used to be a baroness” comment, she said that “the British royal family and all that craziness is almost more difficult than anyone could understand.” Then she gave a rambling answer that ended with her mother denouncing her title for political reasons, which I guess would be a huge deal. Sources who fact-checked this said, “It’s giving George Santos.”

The show was very of its time. I know the pitch was “SuperNanny meets Real Housewives,” and it delivered that energy. It had a mean, maybe British lady yelling at nude rich women about their baby being too young to horseback ride. The fact that it didn’t have 100 seasons on Bravo is a miracle. They were creating a pipeline where they could funnel women through The Millionaire Matchmaker to Pregnant In Heels into Real Housewives and in ten years, they would have created a whole new series of shows for the same women. Divorce Diva, 2Millionaire 2Matchmaker, Casket Bedazzlers. Cradle to grave, the Bravolebrity lifecycle would be complete!

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Comments

Matt Edwards

I still think the worst ever reality show was The Swan. Each week, two women who were unhappy with their looks were whisked away for three months of cosmetic surgery and recovery while living in a house with no mirrors. At the end of that time they were finally allowed to see their new self (generally the face of every woman on Fox News) in an unveiling ceremony recorded for television. To guarantee everyone involved with creating the show has an express ticket to hell on their death, the women were then judged. The winner went on to a beauty pageant at the end of the season, the other went home presumably believing that nothing could ever make them beautiful. Most of the winners' joy would be short-lived as the pageant also ended with a single winner. Just absolutely reprehensible.

Pee-Wee's Uncle

Men get Monster Wars. Women get this.

Scribbler Johnny

The worst reality show was the one where engaged women competed for plastic surgery before their weddings. Pretty sure it was on Fox, and they didn't always tell their families or fiancee's that they intended to get the surgeries

sissyneck

Yes I was a pregancy conciergo of a sort when LaRene was great big with child and her tummy didn't like the medication she had to take and she needed help getting the spositories kinda aimed right she didn't ever tip me but that's ok cause of intimacy

CHAUGGLE

For a while, I was content, and dare I say it, happy to not know any of this reprehensible grifter garbage even existed, let alone know a single fact about them. But now I know they exist, and I even know facts about them. And I pay for the privilege. Self-hate and masochism ain't got nothin' on 1900HOTDOG patron.

Jeff Orasky

I think I would watch this show on the off chance someone snapped and killed this awful person and the crew just happened to film it.

Pistol Wizard

I'm actually kind of mad that a terrible person with only two years of experience in their career field became such an in-demand worker just because they overcharged for their services and had a TV show to advertise their high end, bespoke incompetency. It's like finding out that the pinto was advertised as a rolls-royce and everyone just ignored the fires because our culture assumes rich people are flame retardant.

Skink

For a second, when I only saw the title and absolutely nothing else, I was convinced it would be book by Gwyneth Paltrow.

dirtygremlin

Grendel yorkie sneaking into Mommy Herot. This is the Beowulf reboot we need.

Clementine Danger

In terms of raw societal damage I'd put The Biggest Loser up there, but when I think back to being a girl in the 90s and early 2000s I do mostly remember The Swan and Tila Tequila in a whipped cream bikini delaying my coming out by at least a decade. Still, we had Charmed. We'll always have those loveable screeching witches of Charmed.

Matt Edwards

The Biggest Loser was at least trying to help overweight people lose weight, just a shame that they also included the competitive angle. If you look at the women on The Swan, they were generally normal looking women who needed a bit of help with presenting themselves and some confidence. There's a TV show in the UK called How to Look Good Naked where the presenter, Gok Wan, helps men and women by helping them dress better, do makeup better, generally show them how to make the most of themselves. That's what the victims of The Swan needed, not a bunch of psychopaths carving them up and putting the pieces back together into the same generic blonde woman. Sorry, I'm still angry about The Swan. People who went on it are still suffering the after effects twenty years later, and there was no need for it.

Swift Justice

Luxury real estate agent, of course, the one job more harmful and less demanding.

LyraV

I'm sure the lack of tip was the intimacy not a subtle judgement of your aim and cold hands.

CHAUGGLE

Or, maybe a production assistant lost their shit and went on a murderous rampage during filming.

CHAUGGLE

Extreme Makeover (all versions, especially Home) did untold damage to society. I worked on one of the homes, and let me tell you, when you build a house in a week, you don't just cut corners, you eliminate them.

Matt Pedone

Top baby name for 2024: Silence Neverpoop.

Matt Pedone

I think this is just called being a good partner. Reading your articles and comments, I am 100% not surprised.

Matt Pedone

I am continuously saddened that Top Chef is still on this garbage network. I know that in the early days, it was probably a good fit. Lots of yelling, backstabbing, and in-fighting, but over the past 10 seasons, the show has really changed its focus to be way more positive, while the rest of Bravo continues to be horrible people being horrible to each other.

Clementine Danger

It's tight race but let's not kid ourselves, The Biggest Loser was 100% a thin veneer of bubbly can-do attitude over the core appeal: laugh while we torture these disgusting fatties. Hate them. Hate them and delight in their pain. Speaking of lasting damage, some of those contestants suffered permanent physical disabilities as a direct result of what happened on that show. Not one of them has been able to keep the weight off because duh, it doesn't work like that, and the show is perfectly fine with all of that.