Love is in the air this week. If you’re ignoring all the schmoopy-ing and just waiting for candy to go on sale February 15th then this might be the ranking for you. I can’t think of too many spouses in the Real Housewives sphere who genuinely keep any love tanks full. I can think of plethora awful ones, though. Let’s quash that romantic spirit, shall we?
Everyone handles grief differently. Some fall into depression; others try to scam their way back onto national television.
Jill Zarin is of the latter class, using her dear husband Bobby’s death to launch a month-long flurry of oh-so-subtle press leaks that made her past output pale in comparison. Below, a post-modern tragedy in five gossip-rag acts.
Hell is other Housewives.
They may have been foreclosed upon in real life, but they’ll live on in our memories.
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.
Gerard on me and you’re sure to…uh…
The ladies of Atlanta have returned for the winter. NeNe Leakes is back in our lives, whether we like it or not (one of you must have forgotten to forward the chain letter). But as we look forward to season ten, let’s take a look back. Which season of The Real Housewives of Atlanta was the worst, and which reigns supreme?
The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills has a patchy record for drama, but its portfolio of cast vacations is surprisingly sturdy. Which one reigns supreme?
*Twirls next to poorly rendered graphic of soon-to-be-divorced husband*