The Real Housewives of New York City
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This has to be the lamest To Be Continued in Real Housewives history.
They quickly make up and get over it.
Thats what happens every episode.
Dont fool us into a TBC.
Bethenny is the only person who left.
Luann was so blinded by the slight she cant even remember the good things about that night.
Even Barbara gets in on the action and tells Luann that she needs to think about other people.
Its not even a, Sorry I hurt your feelings.
It is, Sorry you missed basking in the greatness that is me.
Again, this is not about Luann being wronged.
She was not wronged by anyone.
Of course Luanns takeaway from all of this isnt that she should start considering other peoples feelings.
Its that Sonja Tremont Morgan of the Aquanet Morgans is a pot-stirrer.
Sonja maybe overhears this but she is in the bathroom, so she just yells back, What?
I cant hear you.
Im straight-ironing my hair.
God, I look good.
Who ever looked this good?
Not even when I partied with Madonna and John John did I look this good.
Wait, shes having two parties?
Who has two birthday parties?
I love birthday party more than tops love PrEP and I only have one.
And the women werent invited to either?
It gets really weird when Ramona starts talking about her family.
She even walked the streets of this town.
Thats how she earned her fortune, as an upstate call girl.
Here we see her talking about her entire messed-up family and the impact it had.
Then Bethenny and Ramona start comparing notes about their awful childhoods.
Bethenny has opened up about this stuff before and she wears her injuries very much on the surface.
Ramona always seemed like she had it together a lot more.
But dont let that deceive you.
Margaritas Cuban version of Money Cant Buy You Class should be my new ringtone.
Sonja, of course, got the closest to Margarita and started trying to steal the microphone for herself.
Hey wait, Sonja slurred to no one in particular but also to everyone in the room.
she said, poking again at Margaritas sequined sheath.
Yes, you do!
My name is Jill Zarin!
she said in a nasal twang.
And my next song is called Girl Code.
