The hilarious clusterfuck also known as The Real Housewives of New York City has kicked back into gear. I have to say, I have an intense soft spot for this jam - maybe it's seeing New York in a new light (one that I barely recognize), or maybe it's seeing how the competition is upped more than any other Housewives show (a New York I do recognize), or maybe it's just that it's funnier than the rest of them combined (sorry New Joisey).
Anyway, one episode into the muck and the existing story-edited-narrative has already been flipped on its ass - all the "friendships" from last season are now busted up and formerly semi-sane "wives" (namely Jill Zarin and the Countess) have gone batshit crazy. As usual though, Bethenny Frankel is the only one who's in on the joke and isn't afraid to call out lady-on-lady horseshit (of course, she's authoring her persona far more actively than the other women). You have to love a woman who calls another woman "a dumb drag queen" for all the right reasons.