Lifetime’s New Reality Series Is About Bra-Shopping
11:45 am, November 20th | by Colette McIntyre
Lifetime, you’re right: you are my life, my time—and, dare I say, so much more. You’re my shoulder to inexplicably weep on, the one who gives me Lindsay when everyone else is too afraid to, my sage advisor in all issues of husband-turned-adulterer-turned-axe murderer-turned-secret-FBI-agent-who-is-addicted-to-Internet-tweet-sex. When I’m ignoring my friends’s calls or texting them elaborate lies that involve the phrase “totally bungled” and just looking to spend a few hours lying prone on my couch, drinking six-dollar “wine product” and feeling the urge to call my mom, I know I can turn to you. You’ll be playing the Project Runwayepisode in which the contestants are visited by their families. How do you always know?
At times, Lifetime, you even know what I want before I do, such as in the case of your newest show, Double Divas. The docu-drama series (and there will be drama) focuses on Atlanta’s LiviRae Lingerie, a store whose motto invokes the great American tradition of democracy: “No bust too big or small. We fit them all!” Dedicated to supporting women when their underwire doesn’t, co-owners Molly Hopkins and Cynthia Richards travel through the state, spreading the good word of lift and separation and combatting the slipping bra strap, an evil that has held women back for far too long.
Upon learning about the show, just as I began to wonder about the ladies’ credentials and worrying whether their customers’ cups runneth over into capable hands, the press release for Double Divas silenced all my fears: evidently, Hopkins is known around town as the “bra whisperer” while Richards is the “Thomas Edison” of custom lingerie. Finally, the name Edison will be linked to a respectable trade! Double Divas (which I am privately referring to as “Two Girls, Two Cups“) is set to debut on January 10th, after Project Runway: All-Stars. Thankfully I have time to come up with better lies to feed to my friends; I don’t think they’ll believe the old “bumped-into-Chuck-Bass-at-a-bar-and-now-we’re-doing-body-shots” ruse again.