The Real Housewives of Atlanta is quickly becoming my favorite of the Real Housewives franchises. I mean, I guess after Miami, anything seems like a breath of fresh air. Still, the antics plus the personalities on this show equal pure, scrumptious, old-school mayhem, and friends, the Becca is hooked. I am the Becca.
This week, NeNe Leakes slowly came to grips with having to spend more time at home. Gregg Leakes is excited about this, and I love anything that makes Gregg happy. While NeNe pretended to dust, Cynthia Bailey offered her husband a hilarious reward for supporting her through her fibroid-removal surgery. Kandi Burruss hung out with her amazing daughter and Porsha Stewart continued to imply awful things about her ex-husband Kordell Stewart. Finally, off in the corner of a mansion in which she has no legal right to be living, Kenya Moore danced around in a stolen wedding gown and twerked upon a piano. Show time!
Divorce sucks the biggest tamale of all tamales, no matter how famous the parties involved may be. Porsha is proof of that. Her description of every drive to her lawyer's office being like a drive to a funeral was depressing enough to drive me to the half-eaten cake in my kitchen. It wasn't even very good cake!
Luckily, Porsha's got her sister and her friend Kandi to help her cope. Sorting through all of her belongings -- dumped at her mom's place by Kordell -- Porsha stops pussyfooting around and straight-up calls Kordell a "queen." Then, when Kandi asks if Kordell ever beat her, she gives the pause of all pauses before saying no, he never hit her. Clearly though, as Kandi pointed out in her talking-head, that pause was meant to imply something. I used to be team Porsha, but it's starting to feel like she's playing dirty. If she's lying about abuse and Kordell's sexuality, that basically qualifies her for "villain" status on any low-grade soap opera.
While Cynthia Bailey promised Peter sex once a week for helping her, and NeNe begrudgingly helped Gregg dust in spite of her "allergies" (LOVE NENE), across town Kenya Moore was being insane. I feel bad for the landlady she keeps talking smack about. I also think putting on the woman's wedding gown and fannying about was as sleazy as it gets. For that alone I sympathize with her landlady for calling 911 on the broad. Because, to bastardize Flannery O'Connor, Kenya Moore might have been a good woman had 911 been called on her every day of her life.
Did you think Porsha crossed a line in terms of ripping into Kordell this week?
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