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.
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.
Vacation means marriage pressure, donkey booties, and the occasional bathtub tragedy.
Chances are great that Kim will no longer be on the show, and we are feeling all of our feelings about it.
Much to our dismay, this is a Kim-heavy episode.
We finally get to meet the last new housewife.
I think we’re contractually obligated to start each show with Nene, and so we do again this week.
Yes, four seasons have gone by, but we're still excited to be recapping this show.