My stone heart didn’t know how to process all the intensely emotional shit this episode threw at us. Thank God, as always, that we had the Grand Dame there to order the salmon and the calamari.
My rose in life is RHONY.
Can you believe we made it? Did we make it? Am I already dead and stuck on the purgatorial terrace where late Beverly Hills episodes play on loop? Ironically there’s great terrace porn here.
Is this recap as late as Erika?
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.
Before we begin, a nod to Charrisse, whose bizarre muppet-face reactions to conflict and retconning a BFFmance with Monique out of thin air show that she’s far better suited to being a Friend Of. Now onward!
After a stunning premiere episode, our ladies of the Big Apple have returned to grace our screens once more. I foolishly made dinner plans for last night and forgot we are now in RHONY WEDNESDAY season so I couldn’t watch live. Brb, blocking off my calendar for 4 months.
Well Atlanta always delivers on their reunions, now don’t they? Shame the season couldn’t have been more like this. Who came out on top?
I expected more Potomac mediocrity from this season if we’re honest, but then Karen Huger came at me like a wolf with a butcher knife in the weeds. I’m hooked, y’all.
I have been reborn. All my hours watching and recapping BH is now being paid back to me in dividends. RHONY is back, bitches. What a revelation.