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!
All about bundles of joy, and also of unpaid cash.
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.
A decent Potomac episode? This really is April Fools’ Day.
The most important thing about this season was America’s Next Top Model Cycle 2 alumna Xiomara Frans showing up to Katie Rost’s Casino Royale gala.
Name a more iconic duo I’ll fucking wait. Anyway yeah there were some actual cast members too let’s talk about them I guess.
Because we’re all counting down the days till we see these ladies again, right? Whatever, just click the damn “Continue reading” button.
If you’re anything like us/Vicki Gunvalson, you’re well aware of the Five Languages of Love that you need to fill a love tank. But every now and then, a visionary of the heart comes along to reinvent how we view affection. Click here to find out how you would express your feelings for your partner if you were lucky enough to wake up tomorrow as ball-and-gala girl/molly queen/Black-Jewish Kelly Killoren Bensimon figure/MaloofHoof fave Katie Rost.
That’s right; the smash hit franchise that somehow equals or surpasses RHONY in viewership. I don’t know who in the cast has dire enough material on Andy to get Bravo to fake those numbers, but here we are regardless. Below, meet the women whom I’ve grudgingly agreed to watch because Tracey and Taylor have already been saddled with enough shitty seasons.
You only get one chance to make a first impression.
It’s New Year’s Eve, and you’re prettying up for a night on the town (unless you’re checking into rehab — stay strong, Countess!). But before you head out, put down that lip gloss and unplug your straightener, and focus on what’s really important: which of the 2017 iterations of The Real Housewives of Wherever the Fuck was the best. In fact, cancel your plans. This could take all night.