God, I’m going through a breakup right now and the worst part is that he’s just as devastated as I am. Like I wish I could hate him bc it would be so much easier...but two hours ago he texted me that I’m beautiful and amazing and a million guys would kill to be with me....and how do you hate that?

As I said elsewhere this weekend, the next occupant of the White House is going to be shocked to find no furnishings and all the copper wire ripped out of the walls.

Little known fact: Juan Sebastian Calero is Vicky Hernandez’ son. That’s why that particular scene was so special.

Nah, the male descendants will have HER father’s hairline. Papa Middleton still has a full head of hair.

This is a Real Housewives of plot twist.

Probably because he’s an absolutely insufferable little prick. The utter worst of all New York ‘downtown royalty’ (lol) has to offer. Fashion people get such a kick from his fall, because his success was undeserved to begin with (mommy I want a fashion brand), and handled with the particular gracelessness that…

He was a fast mover back in the beginning. Breathless American Vogue articles constantly. Being pronounced a new American couturier wunderkind. And presenting himself like a junior De La Renta, fully emerged from the head of Charles James.

Counterpoint:

I have just gone through and starred every single comment in this thread, bringing some out of the grays, because IT’S TURTLE TIME! Scary Island was TV at its finest. The Army-McCarthy hearings, the Watergate hearings, the first moon landing, who cares. Nothing compares 2 Scary Island.

Scary Island. Ramona was renewing her vows (because 17 is a huge anniversary year...?) and brought Sonja (who was brand new to the show and seemed very cool and normal at the time), Alex, Kelly, and Bethenny (who was pregnant) to St. Barths as some sort of bachelorette or some shit. Kelly went absolutely APE SHIT and…

Don’t do that to Ramona.

She has horrendous taste in clothes though...

That Cribs episode is 15 years old and yet I remember it vividly. I cannot fault a woman for living her best life.

Also tacky: bragging about being in a 7th rate celebrity’s closet.

Piffle and nonsense. Automated dry cleaning tracks are for dry cleaners.

I was in Zsa Zsa Gabor’s closet. It had built in dry-cleaners style moving tracks that whisked the clothes to you.

The rest of the elite disaster-response team walks resolutely across the tarmac:

Oh my sweet summer child. Of course he’s going to have a rally. He’s not going there to help, he’s going there to be a big boy and sit in a boat, then host a rally because the ratings will be better if he does it in a disaster zone.

Now now let’s be fair, she’s contractually obligated to wear those heels. You know he’s pointed out how huge the ratings would be if he divorced her on live TV and cut her out of the will. She’s a hostage at this point. She is utterly complicit and deserves zero fucks given but I’d bet money she doesn’t have a choice…