Almost every Real Housewives of Beverly Hillsviewer would name Dorit Kemsleyas the villain of this season. That makes a lot of sense, but if you give it another thought Dorit might be the villain and the hero of Season 8. As ridiculous as that sounds, just hear me out.
The first couple seasons of this show focused on real issues: alcoholism, infidelity, divorce, family dynamics. This season was essentially a lifestyle show with more time devoted to watching the women pick outfits and get their makeup done than anything close to an actual story line. Yes, we have Dorit to blame for arguments about glassware and holding up the group with her constant tardiness, but if she didn’t give us that, what else would we have? A show about glam squads, riding horses, and self-promotion. Dorit didn’t deliver top notch drama, but she’s the only one that really gave us something to talk about- even if it was something to complain about.
A picture is worth a thousand words, rights? So what does it say when Cameran Eubanks, Whitney Sudler-Smith, Shep Rose, Kathryn Dennis, and Patricia Altschulall post the same photo of Cameran, Whitney, Shep, and Kathryn with Cameran’s daughter Palmer? I’m sure that they were all excited to meet the new baby, but are they also sending a message about the “teams” for the rest of Southern CharmSeason 5? Or maybe I’m just being presumptuous… Then again, take a look at Thomas Ravenel’sTwitter account and it’s very clear that he and Patricia are feuding these days. We shall see what happens as the season continues….
Thankfully the worst season of Real Housewives of Beverly Hills is over… Oh wait, we will still be subjected to the reunion episodes. Of course, I’ll be tuning in no matter what, but I just wish they had more entertaining things to argue about.
All-in-all it was a pretty lackluster season (Lisa Rinna we need you! Like your first and second season you, but I understand you’re scarred after Revenge of the Blue Bunny). When the major drama centers around Dorit’s early on-set dementia (why does this woman never remember anything accurately or at all?!) and hissy fits over etiquette she doesn’t have, or Kyle feeling unsupported, you knew it was gonna end on a fussy note. Which is fine – any time I get to see Kyle act a fool, I kind of relish it.
Reporting from Real Housewives Of Beverly Hills there’s really nothing to report here people! The women survived Berlin, no pandas were injured as a result of this filming, they returned to LA: gyrated, cried over houses and bikinis and puppies, then left us to go hide until the finale. You know – it was that calm before the storm finale episode and it made my heart sad because that means the end is near for this season of RHOBH. Also this trip to Berlin was brought to us by Aperol Spritz, which I am now going to be drinking liberally because it apparently erases cellulite, droopy brows, bad manners, and the need to cause drama over nothing!
Kyle Richards and Teddi Mellencamp Arroyave are sitting in a the lobby of Berlin’s finest luxury hotel just waiting, and waiting, and waiting for the appearance of their idol, pop star Erika Jayne. Teddi jitters her knee and double-checks that her autograph book is by her side; Kyle, anxious she’s not cool enough, hikes up her over-the-knee boots a little higher and decides she better paint her nails. I’m impressed with her on-the-fly mani skills though!
Oh, Berlin with the Real Housewives Of Beverly Hills. It actually wasn’t a bad trip if you ignore the weird, fantastical, messy veal tartare of an argument Dorit Kemsley tried to throw at Kyle Richards. Why can’t these women just ever have fun eating food… it’s like if they start a fight they won’t have time to consume the calories?
Yet for the most part everyone had fun and got along. Prost to that! (Cheers in German. Thanks Google)
First the women either went shopping or spent 4+ hours ordering lattes in German. Kyle, Lisa Rinna and TeddiMellencamp Arroyave are afraid they’ll be forced into consuming whole milk and sugar by language barriers. Like the Germans are some primitive people never exposed to modern things like – gasp – ALMOND MILK. Or fat-free milk! I think the menus were actually written in cave drawings and ‘hoople hop ooper mandopippitidy peep pop poopio’ or whatever ever it is Lipsa ordered was actually dehydrated wild buffalo penis. You never know with these newly discovered civilizations! I mean … pretzels?