This Jamaica trip could have been way more racist than it was so, uh, kudos, ladies! I guess. Now we just need to survive an Atlanta trip to Japan and a New Jersey trip to Turkey…
I don’t really have anything pithy to say here, so I’d like to point out that Shannon and Kelly met at a restaurant called “Eat Chow” and that has to be a new low/high in absurd OC restaurant names. Who says that this show can’t still surprise us thirteen seasons in?
I hope you’re noticing a very key detail in the above tablescape.
Please ensure that your fedora is firmly secured in place before descending below the fold.
Got a surly pancreas? Pensive colon? Settle down with some Patron shots, some Tito’s and soda, and a quick discussion of the latest RHOC.
Hello and welcome to the best RHOC episode since 2016! For the sake of their own health, those with atrial fibrillation are advised to put on the most ridiculous outfit they can bear to be seen in.
Who doesn’t love a Fun Season of the Housewives? As long as there are Shannon storm-outs aplenty, of course.
Welcome to Orange County, where the woman whose husband may or may not die of a heart condition is the lucky one.
Someone getting loud and drunk at a poker table?! Well I never.
Okay, it’s not quite Tupac vs. Biggie, but we’ve got a new East Coast/West Coast rivalry on our hands.