The Real Housewives of New York City
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According to her, there are good people on both sides of this debate.
Okay, so this isnt a new thing then.
Money cant buy you class, but it apparently can buy you a whole lot of racially inappropriate costumes.
I have to agree with that.
I havent seen anything more respectful since theSean Mendes armpit-sniffing video.
I also agree with Tinsleys point that Luann needs to address the Tom of it all.
Tinsley thinks that Luann is being too withholding about her feelings.
Instead, shes like, I dont want to talk about it anymore.
Then we have something between Dorinda, Tinsley, and Sonja Tremont Morgan of theBelvedere Guest House for MenMorgans.
I can tell you why: because Sonja treated her like crap when they were living together.
I dont get it.
But there is no way to justify this at all.
I dont mind when shes a bit daffy and delusional, but these days she seems almost malicious.
Why is this the first we are hearing about it?
And Im just generally offended by it.
First of all, everyone needs to stop saying my gays forever.
They are the Lords gays.
Also, never say that you are a gay man trapped in a womans body.
That is just the tritest, silliest thing.
Thats like me saying, Im a vegan trapped in a fat carnivores body.
I mean, just be who you are and hang out with who you want to hang out with.
There is a really good mix of young gays and old gays, uptown gays and downtown gays.
EvenRuPauls Drag Racecontestant Aquaria shows up with a red-suited friend of hers and rubs butts with Sonja.
Ultimately, this is really an episode about the women on their own.
Next stop, the Hamptons!
The chyron on the screen reads Heather, Caroles friend.
We couldnt get Former Housewife and Holla!
shouter Heather Thomson or something?
It is utter horror, disgust, surprise, and a little bit of giddy revulsion.
Then we see Carole chug, chug, chugging along, shedding her layers and barely able to function.
Her face had a combination of confusion and resigned anguish that was almost paralyzing to watch.
I teared up a little bit, if only for the insane six-hour accomplishment that was her run.
She watched Carole the whole way, following her on the internet.
She watched Carole finally win, her body looking like a waterlogged scarecrow.
There was nothing she could do this day.
