I am coming to you with the final recap of season 15 of "The Real Housewives of New York City" in Heather Gay fashion: receipts, proof, timeline, screenshots, fucking everything. Just kidding! But with a two-part reunion to play with, I did a little more homework than usual—I listened to the Deux Moi podcast episode featuring Erin Lichy's husband (he was totally cool with the dick stuff, by the way), I finally read the Rebecca Minkoff Air Mail article that dropped back in June and learned precisely how deep she is in Scientology (super deep!), I lurked on Reddit, laughed out loud at the casting call for new RHONY talent, and tried my best but got no closer to discovering the meaning behind the blind item that one of the current castmembers is harboring a terrible secret. I'm sure most of them are, in one way or another.
In summation, I dove deep into the shallow pool of this current RHONY cast, and now, after watching both parts of the reunion, I am left with the headache I deserve. When did a "Housewives" show start requiring so much homework to be entertaining?
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