It never feels good to admit when you've made a mistake, but I need to come clean. I never thought I'd be crawling back to my laptop like this, my fingers slamming into the keys, committing these words to the written record. Yet here I am, hat in hand, heart in throat, delivering a mea culpa to you, Hell Gate readers: I was premature, overeager, in declaring the demise of the "The Real Housewives of New York City."
More than that, I was wrong. I was so fucking wrong. And now, they're back for a sixteenth season, after a season 14 shakeup that started our journey together back in 2023.
Deep breath in. Deep breath out. We can do this together—because, I THINK, Bravo might have finally gotten their shit together and assembled a cast of women who could make funny and interesting television together. (Major caveat: I've been fooled before.)