This week's Real Housewives of Beverly Hills was absolutely batsh*t insane. It was exciting to watch, in an "oh my god I can't believe this is happening" way, and uncomfortable to watch in a "sometimes I forget these are real, living people, not my Barbie dolls" way. But come on, not even our Barbies got into sh*t this real.
How 'The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills' is Like Middle School, But Worse
And how real are these people? It's easy to forget, as we watch the Housewives lead their glittery lifestyles, booking camels for their parties and launching shoe lines and debating whether or not to choose the "King Arthur" place-setting for a pink and diamond-themed wedding. I think that's one of the reasons why we watch, though, because their problems aren't ours.