It’s a sad day when I turn on Real Housewives of New York and the insufferable LuAnn de Lesseps isn’t so bad. Is she growing on me? Or are other ladies turning me off? And by other ladies I mean Pinot Singer, Sonja Morgan and that damn pissing poodle. Girl – get a grip!
Ramona and Sonja are cackling drunkie-drunkifers who happen to be charming in their own minds. Delusional, desperate, clinging to the disillusion that they matter, and running amok like a middle-aged hasbeen PinotDee and PinotDumb. It’s time to put down the wine and the antics and grow the eff up. Turtle Time is over.
Things begin where they left off with Heather Thomson and Aviva Drescher meeting beak to beak to discuss the inappropriateness of talking behind someone’s back. And ironically, Ramona is hiding right behind Heather’s back listening in. Cue an wine-fueled embarrassing meltdown of screaming obscenities across someone else’s party.
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