This has felt like an eternal run-up to a season, well, probably because of its debut being delayed but still. Usually hearing anything about Beverly Hills makes me fill with dread and PTSD from the past 3 seasons. But, if this truly is the LVP takedown it’s being positioned as, perhaps it will be better?
Oh yes, we’re alive here. And so are the ladies of New York. Nothing can resuscitate me like a little RHONY.
It’s another one of…those seasons. You know what I’m talking about.
Okay, so things fall apart, the centre cannot hold, and mere anarchy is loosed upon the world; we can still always, always count on OC reunions being fucking amazing.
The ladies of Dallas have come to play this time and everyone is operating at 100.
AKA The Passion of St. Shannon, Pt. LXVII.
Can y’all believe it’s the finale already? I’m not ready for this to be over.
What better way to catch up on life post-Thanksgiving than to gorge on all of the currently airing housewives? I’ve been waiting for this phone cloning since the mid-season trailer dropped and the episode did not disappoint.
Stock up on your cannabis-infused blueberries, y’all; it’s on.
The ladies are finally back in Atlanta and we get to meet Shamari. Thankfully, it was a much better episode than the first two of the season. Let’s discuss.