“This is sickening. I don’t want to watch anymore. I’m going to bed.”
So spake my wise and reality-TV weary fiance, midway through the “Real Housewives of New Jersey” reunion last night, summarizing what I and millions of other viewers likely felt at about 10:30/9:30 central last night.
And go to bed is exactly what I would have done, in order to hopefully bleed my eyes dry of the shitshow to which I bore witness courtesy of Bravo, were it not for my utter devotion to you, gentle Gloss readers, and conveying back to you all the horrific, gruesome, dirty, foul things that went on last night during that shameful hour of programming. I trust the rest of you turned it off in order to salvage your dignity, so here’s what happened. More