Which Keough Will I End Up Hating the Most?

As I’ve familiarized myself with the winsom, grainily-VHSed, mortgage-bubble charms of early RHOC, I’ve already experienced many highs (Jo cheerfully waving Slade’s severed penis in the air, Vicki bellowing Briana’s name across time zones) and lows (Lauri having access to more wealth than most historical humans). But certainly my most strongly held emotion is an all-consuming, white-hot loathing of the Keough family, down to a member.

Now, don’t get me wrong; there’s no bad answer to the question posed in the title of this post. They’re 👏🏼 all 👏🏼 nauseating 👏🏼 trash 👏🏼 !!! But which particular flavor of evil do you think I’ll select on in the end as the chief locus of my loathing and contempt as the Keough wagon rolls ever, infernally, onward? Let’s game it out.

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