We break down the cases for and against, and then rank them in descending order.
Luann falls down drunk twice in this episode.
Luann’s collection of statement necklaces is incredible.
For the first time in a long time, all of the Housewives seem to be enjoying each other.
The Housewives just need to chill the hell out.
The most boring episode of any Real Housewives franchise ever.
Luann’s wedding is a completely absurd comedy of errors.
Jill Zarin is back and she does not disappoint.
This episode finally shows us the Bethenny Frankel of old.
I will never not delight in watching Sonja.
It’s none of our business if Luann and Tom have an open relationship.
Sonja Tremont Morgan is a national treasure.
Like it or not, the election episode is finally here.
Sonja Tremont Morgan washes her thongs in a bidet. Just let that fact wash over you.
The Housewives don’t seem to enjoy each other’s company at all.
I will go out on a limb and say that I think Tinz is going to be a good addition to the cast this season.
Welcome back to the Big Apple everyone, where we have nearly a decade of shouting and acrimony to build on.
There are no more sides. There is no one to root for. There are no #teams.
It's the same set, the same people, the same outfits, the same yelling.
Sonja T. Morgan is a wish that your heart makes.
Why on earth would anyone put $10,000 of jewelry inside a piñata?
Is this one of the most staged moments in Housewives history?
Of all the people in this episode, I feel the worst for Sonja.
It's hard to blame Sonja for the way she feels about Luann.
Everything about this episode is a little sad.
Sonja Morgan is once and forever my favorite floozy.
Luann is playing a very dangerous game with Bethenny and Carole.
With each passing week, I love Dorinda more and more.
Bethenny's big trip to Mexico is cancelled for lady-part problems.
God, guys! I think I like Jules. Is there a cure for this?
Who is the Carrie? Help us figure out the Sex and the City–ization of RHONY.
Rarely has a Real Housewives cast so shamelessly played the show for the fictional soap opera it is.
I am loving the Countess and Sonja show.
This is one of the best Real Housewives episodes of all time.
Against my better judgment, I'm starting to like Jules.
Hear ye, hear ye! A judgement shall be passed on Jules Wainstein.
Bethenny Frankel is good at many things, but not birthday parties.
We finally have a reason to root for Bethenny again.
Dorinda defends her boyfriend, again: "He's part of my life."
Ramona and Bethenny are clearly the producers' favorites.
Ramona Singer fell asleep on television.
Don’t these women ever realize that these things are taped and preserved for future researchers at the Real Housewives Institute?
This has turned into such a nasty volley of mutual slut-shaming.
Like a computer virus that replicates its own mistakes, Ramona is Ramona, always and tautologically forever.
And the Never-Ending Sorry.
I cried real tears last night while watching The Real Grave-Robbers of Piccadilly Circus.
This episode contains one of the best scenes in Real Housewives history.
Looking for hope where none is to be found.
The Housewives' metabolism for drama is increasing exponentially.
So much tension could have been avoided if only the Countess’s single had dropped earlier.
This is our least favorite episode of any Real Housewives franchise: the before-the-trip episode.
The Kim Jong-un of the Housewives.
You know something is going down when an episode of The Real White Walkers of Essenden’s Cave ends with a “To Be Continued …”
I’m not entirely sure what happened in this episode, but I know that I really enjoyed it.
Almost an entire episode fixated on Bethenny Frankel, Our Lady of Perpetual Squabbles.
This was one of the most insane, action-packed episodes of the show possibly ever.
It seems like the tectonic plates of the Real Mink Stoles of Grandma’s Cedar Closet are shifting.
I’m enjoying this season of the Real Cradle Robbers of Kumon Algebra Tutoring Services.
We go back so far with these women, which is odd because this show is really only about the squabble of the moment.
I knew it'd be hard for Bethenny Frankel to return to The Real Ice-Cream Churners of Talenti Gardens, and this episode made it clear why.
Seriously, what is wrong with all of these women?
It’s increasingly impossible to abide Aviva.
Surprisingly, there was a book-related brouhaha.
Now with two bonus reunions.
Aviva Drescher threw her leg. That’s all there is left to say.
The RHONY fame virus seeks a new host.
Back home, where they belong.
Do we really want "glamping" to be a thing?
All the ladies went to Montana and complained about how boring it is.
This was certainly the tamest Housewives vacation in recent memory, right?
Let's start with the Miss USA lunch.
Aviva throws an engagement party for her father ... at the Museum of Sex.
This week's episode gave us one of the most absurd and saddest things we've seen on TV.
What do these women hope to accomplish by confronting Ramona?
Let's give it up for Ramona, who crafted her plot to escape the Berkshires to perfection.
Heather invites everyone to her house in the Berkshires.
For a minute, all seemed to be quiet in the land of the Real Housewives.
This is just one of those Real Housewives fights that might never be resolved.
Last night was the first time that Real Housewomen from two different cities have appeared onscreen together at the same time.
This week, Aviva goes back to the site of the accident that stripped her of a foot.
Sonja performs a caburlesque show. What is that, you ask?
Aviva is going around town accusing Carole of having her first book ghostwritten.
Aviva just wants to be friends, okay?
And thus does our season comes to a close.
In which our intrepid recapper gets a shout-out.
So, what have we learned? Who are we now? Did Heather win the season? Did Luann
In which ish goes down at a fund-raiser.
Look, this show sucks when the ladies are in their natural habitat.
Just when this show starts to get good, it begins to wind down.
Last night’s crazy-thon was bursting with rewindable moments.
The ladies go to St. Barths and one brings a guest back to the house.
Cast off the chains, girl.
Finally! These chickens are acting like the cuckoo birds we need them to be.
"You Want to What Me in the Where?" That's actually the name of this episode.
So, is George a castmember now? Is that happening?
Seriously, how much vino can be consumed in one episode?
Last night, all but two of the Real Housewives of New York City decided to re-enact the movie Heathers.
We’re six episodes into the revamped RHONYC and pretty sure the show sucks now.
Just don't mess with Ramona, ok?
In which our ladies continue to talk about this trip to London.
“Fertile Myrtle has taken a little wander into the pasture.” What an elegant turn of phrase!
There's a lot of talk about a phone call that we never get to see.
We reflect on the season five premiere.
At last, this season is over.
This was hard to watch.
Warts and all.
This week, the ladies make a video.
This week was all about Simon.
Another week, another form of torture.
This week the ladies returned home.
Morocco is over, thank God.
This week the ladies finally ventured into the open air of Morocco, and it served the show well.
The ladies land in Morocco.
This week's episode had a thug in a cocktail dress.
With discussions like these, who needs cage fights?
There was something ugly about this episode.
Pointless drama and histrionics, that is.
Our weekly recap of this nightmare.
It's hard to figure out who won this episode. Not hard to figure out who lost.
The bitches are back.
Our recap of the final installment of the reunion tour.
And over. And over.
Our recap of the first installment of the 'Real Housewives' reunion bonanza.
Who won the season finale of 'Real Housewives'?
Last night's episode was even more confusing than 'Lost.' Let's deconstruct.
Who won this week's episode?
Who won last night's drunken episode?
This show is killing us.
Once again, fecal matter was front and center.
Our weekly recap of the hot mess that is 'RHONY.'
Can you believe we're still watching this?
This show is beginning to harm our souls.
Okay, now we hate Jill Zarin.
Hell is a dinner at Saks where no food is served.
Our weekly recap of this show is beginning to get us down.
Or merely a misdemeanor? Find out who won this week's episode.
Our first recap of the new season!
And literally, in last night's final-final, for-real-this-time season-two episode of the New York City series.
Who won part two of the 'Real Housewives' reunion? We can judge, but in the end these women will have to answer to a higher power.
And we wouldn't have it any other way. Our weekly summary of who won, and who lost, on this epic reality show.
In which we declare a winner for last night's episode, and the entire season.
But who won this week's episode?
In which we examine "the gaze" and how it affects the reality women of New York City. Also, we decide who won last night's episode.
Then they left us lonesome and unchanged in a corner, crying our eyes out, as they went about their business.
The tennis court, that is. Which, in this case, is worse than the alternative.
Watching last night's episode made our heads hurt.
Who won this week's episode of the Bravo reality competition.
Those abs! Those jokes! That date!
Who won this week's episode? Here's our take.
Our take on last night's episode of 'The Real Housewives of New York City.'
“I think we have a few Trump supporters. I know there are few girls still running down to Mar-a-Lago.”
“Ramona could not admit that I probably knew more than she did.”
It's a Superfan Thunderdome as three true believers fight over which show reigns supreme.
"Look at your heinies!"
The 'Jersey Shore' cast went the bored, jaded way of the NYC Real Housewives, Nick and Jessica, and 'The Hills' in later seasons: Why can't any show hold onto the joy?
We break down the cases for and against, and then rank them in descending order of classiness.
So what? Who cares?
And Jill Zarin is back at the head of the table.
We break down the cases for and against, and then rank them in descending order.
The Jersey Shore cast went the bored, jaded way of the NYC Real Housewives, and The Hills in later seasons: Why can't any show hold onto the joy?