We applaud Kim for seeking treatment, but I’d have rather condensed her sitdown with Cohen to 5 minutes and alloted the remainder to that group of puffed-up quacks in the other room.
Jeez, Bravo. The least you could do is give Dana Wilkey another ten minutes (and a more respectable chair on which to sit) to make our brains melt with stories of being both rich and poor. I didn’t realize that Wilkey is a fellow Masshole, but I can’t relate to $25,000 sunglasses, so I refrained from my usual Kindred Commonwealth Embrace.
The scowl that Taylor Armstrong gave Brandi Glanville mid-Russell discussion (again) provoked an audible “oooooh” from the peanut gallery. Nothing’s worse than a faux smile packed with a sarcastic remark to let someone know that you really, truly dislike them. Such was the case with Armstrong, who clearly loathes Glanville. Same with Wilkey, who made no bones about how she remembered the events of “Game Night.”
THOROUGHLY enjoyed a peek at Mauricio Umansky’s behind. Thanks Cohen, for letting that stay in his montage.
What did you think of last night’s final episode? Are you glad it’s over? Do you want the ladies to return for a third season?