Andy even interacted with his critics directly this week while filming his radio show Andy Cohen Live.
Andy Cohen has been on a bit of an apology tour this week. Public opinion was not kind to Andy following his appearance hosting theBelow Deck reunion episodes and he’s been using his radio show as a platform to backpedal, explain, and of course, apologize.
After a particularly bitter and vicious season, fans were curious as to how the cast would react to each other at the reunion. Certainly Andy, as host, was responsible for setting the tone and remaining neutral throughout. But general public opinion found Andy tone-deaf to the deeper issue of misogyny within the crew. Also, that he let Ashton Pienaar off way too easy.
The crew of Below Deck Season 7 was a disharmonious bunch by the end of it all. The bickering within the deck crew caused strife on every single night out. Seriously, have we ever seen a season where the cast splits down gender lines to the point where boat-mances fizzle out and no one is trying to hook up? Everyone except Tanner Sterbeck, of course. He’s just so oblivious to the mood on board, he’ll keep approaching Chief Stew Kate Chastain for a sex date.
Miraculously, the toxic environment did not affect the quality of work on board too much. Though Kate was often at odds with Chef Kevin Dobson, and Bosun Ashton Pienaar, they maintained their professionalism and their departments rather well considering. Valor was not completely void of people who couldn’t push the drama aside during charter.
Say it isn’t so! The queen of resting bitch face. The maker of
penis rocket ship blankets. The master of the scathing one-liners. Below Deck’s Kate Chastain is leaving the sea for good after six seasons.
Damn those four bru’s for being the straw that broke the camels back. After this season it shouldn’t be a surprise Kate is bolting. It’s making me want to run far away too.
We have finally docked on this toxic season of Below Deck, and they could fill an ocean with champagne and it still wouldn’t be enough to celebrate coming to the end of this mess.
There’s really not much left to say about the stupidity, except that the guys have learned nothing. As Courtney Skippon so eloquently explained (how on earth did casting miss that she was smart and go on to hire her?) about misogyny it’s not simply hating women, it’s putting women down for behaving in ways you think are reserved for men. This manifested in Brian de Saint Pern deciding Courtney had no right to share her opinions and should stay out of ‘mens bidnezz.’ Or Ashton Pienaar deciding he could shove his tongue down Kate Chastain‘s throat, because all she’s worth is an item to satisfy him, not his equal rank in running an entity of a super yacht.
After all the drama of this season’s Below Deck I expected the reunion to be somewhere on the crazy-level of your average Real Housewives reunion, but it was clear that everyone came with a plan to redeem themselves by being on their best behavior. Sure, there were disagreements, but polite and quiet ones. Even Kevin Dobson apologized and managed to find nice things to say about Kate Chastain. Not that we forgive him.
Andy Cohen was pretty direct this reunion. Possibly even skewing towards combative. He directly questioned Kate and Captain Lee, and even argued against some of Captain Lee’s points. Basically, Andy seems tired of Captain Lee blindly defending Kate at all costs possible. To err is human and last I checked Kate is a human, not the saint of the sea.
As expected, it’s gonna be a battle of the sexes, for the most part. But, there’s also some lingering tension between Chief Stew Kate Chastain and Simone Mashile, who is still questioning Kate’s management style even though she can’t open a bottle of wine.
Without a doubt the unofficial theme of this season’s Below Deck was dicks. Being one, not being one, swinging one around, serving one on a platter, eating one, flashing one… And in the case of Kevin Dobson ALL OF THE ABOVE. Good for you Chef, way to make an impression!
Staying on theme it all started with a big ol’ cock, made of cake, that went over like failed viagra on a Tinder hook-up. As Kevin walked his penile accomplishment out to a room full of women talking about the subtleties of aging and the various phases of life, he reminded me of a toddler who peed in the potty for the first time, but announced it to the check-out lady at Target. Needless to say no one was impressed, and he’d probably have gotten the same reception from his future in-laws as he did from the charter guests and Captain Lee Rosbach.