The Real Housewives of New York City Recap: Ramona Crazy

Hello! As you may have noticed from the byline above, I am not Julie Klausner. So let’s just throw this "I’m sorry" on the pile. You’ll have her back next Tuesday, I promise. In the meantime, I’ll do the best I can.

Before we begin with tonight’s festivities, I feel I ought to tell you that I’ve been on a bit of a self-imposed Real Housewives of All Franchises diet of late. Not from actually watching them — I mean, I’m not, like, turning into a vegan or anything — but from the kind of intricate, deeply emotional play-by-play analysis that, over time, had begun to make me dangerously paranoid about my own friendships and prone to doing things like calling up my sister and screaming: “You never have my back! You’re an alcoholic! WITCH MOUNTAIN SHOULD HAVE BEEN MINE MINE MINE!” Read More...


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