Because, like the late capitalism it so hyperrealistically depicts, this program inevitably sunders bonds, destroys traditional relationships, and spreads psychic and physical pain.
It’s a play on words, you see, for we have casting news, and we also wish Bethenny Frankel would be deposited at long last on a desert isle.
(The Housewife, not the country, though both contain multitudes.)
You are expected to expect the unexpected.
Take care of yourselves, Witches; if you don’t, you could wind up with fillers in your ears or poison in your breasts.
Let’s take a stroll among the ruins of the Zolciak-Biermann empire, shall we?
Y’all we just witnessed a murder-suicide with the same victim.
My it’s been a busy gossip week. (Or maybe I’ve just been bored-refreshing my Google Now too much.)
Part two of the reunion can only mean one thing: Kimberleigh Zolciak Biermann. This was a hard one to rank as half the ladies settled into comfortable silence and the friends picked up the slack.
All about bundles of joy, and also of unpaid cash.