Only four seasons in and I already feel like I’m reading the Talmud when I get to these reunions. Below the fold, find out how I adjudicated all the off-camera rumour-mongering and shenanigans into something resembling a coherent ranking.
Buenas tardes, mis brujas! As Gerard mentioned, I’m currently pasando mis vacaciones en la Ciudad de México, so I’ve been very busy going and doing. But amongst it all, I’m happy to say I’ve found time to catch up with the peaches of Atlanta on a vacation of their own to Barcelona. As they say in both México and España, “más vale tarde que nunca.” Hop on a plane and join us.
That wasn’t an oversized tie. It was a coke bib.
Hey y’all! With our intrepid Gossip Townsperson Tay Tay off on a jaunt to CDMX, I decided I’d fill in for a quick update on the goings-on of our favorite anxiety-disorder-cluster sufferers in the pages of the rags! Dive sub-fold for some post-modern shit worthy of Borges.
Time to sit back and get Naked Wasted; we’re revisiting the first truly modern Housewives season.
Time for some pre-recession archaeology.
Five episodes to watch while completing a child’s word jumble.