Mama Joyce is definitely drunk all the time, right?
Is it possible we’ve been dragging this "did they, didn’t they?" Apollo-and-Kenya thing out for a whole year?
NeNe would rather chew tinfoil than revert back to her non-Hollywood self.
Our goodwill toward Porsha lasted an entire week.
It's the first episode of the season and we're already riveted.
Season five comes to an end. This was a great one. We laughed more than ever, and cringed only slightly.
The bride will be registered at your DVR.
Kim came back last night. It was supposed to be a highlight, but it just sort of fizzled.
Porsha and Kenya, all night.
If you're supposed to dress up as B*A*P*S-era Halle Berry for a costume party, don't show up as Dorothy Dandridge–era Halle Berry.
Maloof's no-show on last night's reunion was a big middle finger to the entire RHOBH audience.
For all the nonsense, at least last night's episode had a happy ending.
A party is thrown! A men's health awareness party.
Off to Vegas! Why are they traveling so much this season?
So it's NOT all right to show up three hours late for dinner in Los Angeles?
Cynthia sold front-row seats to a train wreck and Porsha stole a baby, and it would all have been better with more Nene.
Finally, we’re moving away from Bootygate 2012 and into more serious matters like pageantry and potentially life-threatening illnesses.
These past two weeks of boring booty talk were just prepping us for the return of the off-the-wall craziness this group of women does so well.
We do not understand how we've come to write about asses every single week now.
Or, how many times can we type the phrase "donkey booty"?
NeNe and Gregg got engaged, so the will-they-won’t-they get back together of this season has become a moot point.
Nene tries to discern whether or not Kenya is "real"; Cynthia and Peter go to a strip club; everyone drinks.
Back to Anguilla for some tropical fighting and dashed wedding dreams.
A secret wedding goes down, though everyone seems to know about it.
Vacation means marriage pressure, donkey booties, and the occasional bathtub tragedy.