From Times Square to the shores of Sicily…
Some unexpected pairings, some unsurprising ones, some absurd Orange County shenanigans, and a whooole lotta bullshit about the Atlanta casting process.
Sure, it may feel like neither exists anymore now that the Bellinos are through, but carry on we must!
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.
You are expected to expect the unexpected.
(Except for thirsty gossip folks like us.)
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?
My it’s been a busy gossip week. (Or maybe I’ve just been bored-refreshing my Google Now too much.)