There’s something rather devastating about watching people who are just so completely devastated. It’s a different kind of thing than looking at cruel people acting like heathens or reckless adults behaving like toddlers whose parents have negated the advice of professionals and instead decided to see what might happen if they stopped administering the Ritalin for a couple of days. No, watching pure sadness as it unfolds across the airwaves feels morose, uncomfortable – and that was before the fake funeral transpired.

Shannon and David, both in their second season on The Real Housewives of Orange County, are stuck in the muck-filled middle of attempting to recover from David’s adultery, a terribly unfortunate outcome of a marriage that has only been presented to viewers as conflicted at it’s very best and utterly barren at it’s very worst. These are two people who earned themselves an awful lot of screen time during their inaugural season and never once exhibited a union that felt anything but scarily fraught with tension. It was David who made me feel … Continue reading →

Has it already been a year? Can it really be that time when the original Housewives – the ones with the really blonde hair who wear the really tight tank tops emblazoned with the really sparkly rhinestone crucifixes – land back on the airwaves with a resounding thud? Did my bargaining session with God not work nearly as well as I thought it had?

(Dear God: I know you’re incredibly busy and all with the rampant rising racism spreading through our cities and the growth of ISIS and the reboot of Full House, but I’m a very sweet girl and I only tell people who really deserve it to f*ck off and I even recently started running so I’d live longer and look better in a bikini and I think that very clearly illustrates just how hard I try to be a good person. Anyway, I don’t mean to take up your time, but if you can see to it that the Orange County Housewives never return to our airwaves, I’d really appreciate it. And … Continue reading →

It’s happened, people: THE END! The tie-it-up-with-a-bow grand finale of season 8 of RHOC. And what an end it was. But first:

* Tay Armstrong is engaged to her finally-divorced boyfriend. The news was slipped to various tabloid outlets with an assortment of product placements (ring designer, hotel location of proposal, etc.) attached.

* Whatever conclusion would appear to have been reached on last night’s finale about Vic and Donn2, it would seem she is in fact still letting him have his filthy way with her based on recent sightings and Vic’s vague are-we-or-aren’t-we comments.

* One thing that’s not happening is the long-suffering Chateau Sheree. It seems the property is headed into foreclosure, and the warranties on the sheetrock or whatever that paper stuff is has expired therefore it’s going to be pennies on the dollar for this unfinished property.

* And in Grifter Guidice news, today RealityTea reports that last weekend a fracas broke out on a New Jersey beach when Juicy Joe did not want to pay $5 per head for … Continue reading →