The blondes and the brunettes arrived separately to Marrakesh. LuAnn, Kelly, Jill, and Barshop flew in a day prior and a head space apart from Ramona, Sonja, and Alex.
Team blonde worked themselves up over their potential accommodations on the way to the riad. Ramona remarked on the “poverty all over” and Sonja called the surroundings “ookie.” Overcome with paranoia that the locals would make off with her hat collection, Sonja hovered around the van until the staff unloaded the bags.
Once unloaded, Rudemona demanded immediate staff assistance in unpacking her cougarific wardrobe and untangling her hideous jewelry. Cindy came upstairs and found some of her clothing unhung which led her to accuse Ramona of stealing her hangers. Shit talking among the bitchy blondes ensued as Barshop retreated for friendlier liked-tressed company after a half-hearted confrontation. Minutes later, LuAnn overcompensated by procuring a dozen hangers and delivering them along with a scolding to Ramona, Alex, and Sonja.
The Brunettas hit the design district and conveniently ran into Jill’s ex g-hub Brad. Since he obviously traveled around the world for a little air-time this season, Brad extended an invitation to his birthday party that night at his nearby lodging.
While LuAnn and company were shopping, Ramona and Sonja were drinking. By the time the two camps caught up with one another, Ramona and Sonja were straight up sloppy. The Cuntess antagonized Ramona by telling her she looked “amazing” in a tone that sounded less than sincere.
Shortly after, a respected Moroccan designer joined the party and offered custom caftans to the ladies. Ramona continued her American good will tour by demanding he tailor the garment to her exacting specifications.
Later at Brad’s party – location B&B – not private villa as Jill had hoped, Sonja sucked down coupes de champagne and puffed up in her dress like a bloated camel corpse on a hot Saharan day.
Jill worked the hottest look of the season when she donned a snake crown. For the crowd’s further amusement, morally questionable snake versus human shenanigans ensued.
Then the whole party burst into some kind of fucked up Moroccan menopausal flash mob.
The party ended with tarot readings for the women. First the fortune teller told Jill she had a good heart, but talked too much. True. Then she told Sonja that she should concentrate on the man and not the money. Also true. Next, the veiled woman foretold another child for Kelly, thereby fulfilling her yearning for a larger family. Better get on that Kel. Finally, Ramona took the hot seat and held the deck over her heart.
En Français, the clairvoyant revealed to Ramona that Mario is seeing another woman. Considering Mario’s well-documented eye-wandering history, this divulgement may turn out as accurate as the mystic’s other predictions.
Ramona looked more exposed than surprised, and none of the other woman looked particularly shocked either. Sonja and Jill shed a tear at the palpable discomfort of the raw disclosure, Kelly fled the scene, and the Cuntess seemed a little too eager to translate the news for the whole room.
Dear friend AMP posed an interesting question, could Brad have intentionally set Ramona up to embarrass her?
LuAnn and Sonja met up for lunch and pretended to just stumble upon the idea of a girls trip to Morocco that was so obviously planned and underwritten by Bravo. Sonja and LuAnn divided the duty of extending invitations to the other Housewives. In the course of the conversations that followed about Morocco, here are a few ignorant gems that passed the ladies’ lips.
“It’s like going to Paris. I mean Paris it’s not, but it’s a very sophisticated city.” (LuAnn claims to have visited Morocco several times; you’d think she’d know it was a country, not a city.)
“I’m a little concerned. It’s a third world country. They don’t respect women. I love my family. I don’t want to go away and end up not coming back.” Fear not Ramona, the Kingdom of Morocco will not hesitate to return you.
Even though they don’t serve Pinot Grigio, Ramona met up with LuAnn at Alice’s Teacup. The Cuntess laid into Ramona over shit that didn’t concern her. This offensive tactic sent Ramona spinning down a defensive dark rabbit hole.
Lady Morgan allegedly landed a toaster oven cookbook deal? The promotional photo shoot took place at her musty townhouse. Kelly stopped by to add her editorial viewpoint, lest we forget about her reign at Elle Accessories. Bensimon got more than she bargain for when Sonja “accidentally” flashed her cooch while writhing about on her dining room table like Tawny Kitaen on the hood of the car in the Whitesnake video.
The cliques split for two totally different spa trips. Barshop, still trying to buy her way in, bankrolled a trip to the ultra swank Canyon Ranch for Kelly, Jill, and LuAnn. To add a layer of cream cheese frosting to the already over the top gesture, embroidered robes awaited the ladies upon arrival. Jill couldn’t wait to open her present and did so in the lobby.
The Cuntess responded by pretentiously snipping, “Really darling, I mean never open a gift in the middle of a hotel lobby.”
While Canyon Ranch offered drum circles and massages, Ramona hosted a different kind of spa visit back in NYC at Dr. Giese’s office. Rudemona summed up her intention with this zinger: “…if you know something great, share it, so I invited both Sonja and Alex to come with me… Let’s face it, they could use a few touch ups.” 
Alex got dermaplaning (Ed note: this interests me), Sonja got VelaShape, and Ramona got a neck full of Botox. 
Without a hint of irony, the ladies all met up for an anti-bullying rally that Jill hosted. Ramona brought a case of her eponymous Pinot Grigio that was supposed to be for auction, but upon arrival she shouted at multiple members of the wait staff to crack it open and bring her a glass immediately.
Once the Cuntess arrived in a flutter of self-complimentary praise, it was immediately on between her and Ramona over David Meister of all things. Holy fuck this show is D-List, this shit is way more D-List than Kathy Griffin ever was, right? The Cuntess has her twat in a knot because Ramona blacklisted her at Meister. Ramona admitted she’d laid exclusive claim to wearing the rich woman’s Jessica McClintock, and LuAnn called the move “bitchy.” It’s no mystery why LuAnn’s drifting from Ungaro; since the Lindsay debacle things at the fashion house still haven’t recovered.
Under the guise of concern, the ladies gossiped through the runway show about Ramona’s excessive day drinking. During an emotional speech by Jill’s stepdaughter, Ramona rattled around in the background trying to procure more of her precious wine for 
Next week we’ll learn whether Ramona smuggled a few cases of Pinot to Morocco, or if she tried to white knuckle through the forced, tension-filled, faux-fun girls trip.
Sonja orchestrated a détente between Kelly and Ramona at Geisha where they both confessed to each other their mutual anxiety over the meeting. Kelly served up the same I’m-42-and-don’t-have-time-for-this speech, and Ramona responded with apologizing for texting under the spell of the vino.
Cindy joined Sonja for tea time at her townhome and read her to filth for telling Kelly about her reconciliation scheme and failing to provide Ramona’s precious Pinot Grigio in Quogue. Without mincing words, Sonja swiftly leveled Barshop with the following zinger:
Ramona hosted a jewelry pimping party where she served her namesake Pinot Grigio in Cougar Town-sized goblets. Despite her efforts to intoxicate the crowd, there wasn’t enough Pinot in Manhattan to trick anyone into thinking that hideous display was cute.
The Cuntess flexed her already well-toned condescension muscle by probing Ramona over the origins of her eponymous Pinot Grigio. Ramona butchered the pronunciation of Veneto, and the Cuntessa unsurprisingly relished in the opportunity to correct her. The Cuntess remarked that Ramona can drink all the Pinot Grigio in the world and it won’t make her a wine expert. Yeah, well fucking a wine distributor doesn’t exactly make you an expert either LuAnn.
A toaster oven feast awaited LuAnn and Kelly over in Sonja’s kitchen. Gathered around the island, the apparent irony of a high-end gourmet stove sitting cold and unused in the background went completely unnoticed by the three women.
Jill took her Yom Kippur spirit to Brooklyn to make amends with Alex over transgressions which accumulated between the two over the last year. Gifts in hand, Jill tried to break the ice with compliments, but ended up accidently dishing an unintentional insult instead. Alex listened to Jill’s mea culpa with guarded ear, but confessed later she still didn’t trust her because of hateful things Jill said about Simon and her boys. Specifically, Alex mentioned that Jill called Alex’s children animals. Animal or not, we can all agree there is something going on with Francois, non?
The meal ended early when the two hit an impasse. Ramona took a cue from the Cuntess and dished a side-order of condescension which caused Cindy to completely withdraw into her martini. After a few minutes of awkward silence, Ramona excused herself from the lunch, and the two parted with their relationship in shambles.
Alex invited Sonja to a damage-control lunch to smooth over the embarrassing squabble. The motivation for the meal comes not from Alex’s interest in repairing the relationship, but instead in the realistic fear that the rift with Morgan might jeopardize her camera time this season.
After quickly reaching an impasse, the two buttah blondes agreed to drop the tiff – which of course means we’ll be hearing about this petty shit for the next eight weeks. 
The French Fonz threw a wine and cheese party. He provided the wine, and LuAnn provided the cheese – specifically by making obvious and gag-inducing double entendres about spitting and swallowing. The highbrow speed dating was as awkward and boring as it has been in the hundred other reality shows where the gimmick has been featured.
Simon threw Alex an unpretentious picnic birthday party on Gov Island. The early October wind whipped guests and the masses huddled around a sad little plate of pigs in a blanket. Barshop and Bensimon arrived with their kids, surveyed the scene, and quickly retreated back to Manhattan.
David Meister invited Ramona to walk the runway, and LuAnn, Sonja, Alex, and Simon came to 
In an effort to kick-start her middle-aged modeling career, Alex participated in a portfolio-building photo shoot with Mark Veltman. Alex labors under the delusion that she’s going to supplement her “consulting” income by making bank as a model.
At her core, Alex is such a fucking try-hard dork. The woman has absolutely no swagger. Even though the hair and makeup team turned her out, she couldn’t make the editorial Bride of Frankenstein look werk.
Lacking the same self-shame chromosome as Ramona, Alex tried to rock her photo shoot hair to the event later that evening. A couple of hours prior, the hair was mayjah, and with the right attitude and outfit, I’m all for serving a little avante garde at the party. However, Alex lacked the confidence and sophistication to successfully take the look from editorial to cocktail.
When Cohen delayed the season, he promised it wasn’t due to lack of drama. Instead he claimed the show would benefit from breathing room between filming and airing. Now three episodes deep, the fourth go-round feels cobbled together and disconnected. Don’t get it twisted Bravo, Showtime’s got Cock Cages, so you best step it up.
Self-proclaimed “gay icon” Sonja hosted the Marriage Equality March pre-party and expected the rest of the women to fawn over her like it was her actual wedding day. Both she and Alex labored under the misapprehension that it was “her day” and the two went tit to tit trading bitchy self-important barbs.
Alex believed the day was hers because she’d been involved in the project for months and won’t let anyone forget she served on the committee. At the last moment, planners asked Sonja to act as Grand Marshall and speak at the rally. The timing indicates she was a last minute replacement for someone more relevant, interesting, well-spoken.
Once at the Equality March, Simon’s sequins came unglued when he learned that Sonja brokered an exclusivity clause in her contract which precluded any of the other cast members from speaking. This season, Sonja came to play and apparently she brought her legal team.
Unrelenting in their commitment to 
A more magnanimous person might have just allowed Simon to speak, but if the tables were turned and Simon had an exclusive speaking engagement, would he share the spotlight with Sonja? Doubtful. Cut from the same social-climbing cloth, all three keep tirelessly trudging up the ladder, even if they happen to be on slightly different rungs. Sonja went out of her way to knock Alex and Simon down a peg or two. Trust that Silex will not let this slight go unanswered.
Sonja hosted a cocktail party to reveal an unflattering painting that the artist she’s banging painted of her. 
Alex pulled Sonja aside and the two began to argue about the events of the day. The fight fermented to the point where Sonja asked Alex to leave while screaming at her about her bad manners in front of a room full of guests.
The Cuntess summed up the importance of squabble by saying, “I don’t know what Alex was wearing to Sonja’s party. It was some kind of S&M bondage thing. I would have kicked her out just for the dress.”
On the brink of tears, Alex stood on the sidewalk in her high-class hooker heels, stunned and embarrassed, recounting the tale to Simon.
Cut back to Sonja greeting Barshop and complimenting her on her nude Miu Miu – which she pronounced “Mewy Mewy.” Bitch please. No gay icon mispronounces Miu Miu.
Blonderexic Alex seems determined to earn her salary this season by working unnecessary drama into every social encounter. Alex described Jill’s totally neutral hello as “incredibly aggressive.” What’s incredibly aggressive is Alex’s shameless grab for camera time. On the way out, Alex invited the group to the equality march across the Brooklyn Bridge in full bridal regalia.
Ramona and Sonja headed downtown under the pretense of attending an art benefit co-hosted by new cast member Cindy. Successful IVF mother of two and owner of a string of waxing salons, Cindy claims to have it all and not need a man.
The rest of the crones arrived in different pairs. Alex got iced out of a few photographs and coped by drowning her pain in free champagne. Her self-conscious hovering smacks of effort. I wish effort would smack her back.
Once Jill got wind of Cindy’s test tube twins, she had to know every detail about their conception. First she grilled Kelly, and when that well dried she went right to the source. When Cindy joined the circle, Jill prefaced her intense inquisition by saying, “Would it be too personal if I asked a couple of questions?”
Ramona 
In the Hamptons, Ramona hosted Alex and Simon for an overnight since all four planned to attend a wedding together. Over bagels, the busted blonde broads prematurely gloated at the idea of Jill not knowing Alex would be at the event.
Ramona and Alex must have shared a crack pipe before they got dressed because they both showed up to a wedding in white/ivory. Both looked fug and so wrong. They might as well have given the bride the finger. Furthermore, considering Bethenny and Jill are both in the shapewear business now, it’s a mystery why Alex can’t grasp the concept of a proper undergarment. After the ceremony, Ramona added fuck-up to faux pas when she was overheard talking shit about some other guests (including Cindy’s brother?), thereby causing offense and tense embarrassment.
Alex cornered Jill and needled her over lending her name to the equality march but not participating in it. Throughout the afternoon Jill stewed over the confrontation. Later, when she took shade with two other ladies, she unleashed on Alex, calling her a “fucking bitch.” Proving she hasn’t changed much, Jill followed it up by saying, “Look at her. She is socializing at a party that is so above her.”
Alex and Ramona joined the group, and Alex reignited her pecking over whether Jill knew she was going to be at the wedding. It was a meaningless point to press and just made Alex look petty, desperate, and attention-seeking.
Ramona swept the event with an impressive three party fouls. The final one occurred when Ramona dug her finger into the previously unmolested wedding cake.
Reality stars pretty much follow the same pattern. The first season of any show is always a little delightfully rough around the edges. Cast members, lacking in self-awareness, most resemble their true selves (and in turn, the audience). During this golden period of sincerity, humanity’s basest tendencies – envy, narcissism, and deceit – inevitability elbow their way into the spotlight. This makes for excellent television. See the first cycle of America’s Next Top Model, The Real Housewives franchises, first seasons of Project Runway, Flipping Out, Top Chef, The Real World, and many other series for prime examples.
Once the first season airs and folks get plunged into a freezing cold tub of disembodied self-analysis, it forever obliterates the unguarded, pre-reality show personality. Polished and molded by seasons of criticism, Alex and Simon now avoid overtly discussing their social climbing aspirations. Are Alex and Simon even less genuine for having abandoned their original insincerity?
By season three, staged dramatics, behind-the-scenes backstabbing, and spin-off angling is in full effect. Nearly everyone succumbs to the self-important pseudo-celebrity syndrome.
Rumors swirl as to why the premiere of RHNYC has been delayed, but the only logical inference is that the footage lacked. Bethenny alone didn’t make the show, but her burgeoning breakout stardom created legitimate jealous friction last season. With Frankel spun out, Bravo should recast the entire show. What about…. A newly engaged Dylan Lauren? Designer Erin Fetherston? Paulina Porizkova is probably available, and throw in Sherri Shepard for comic flavor. 
Aubrey O’Day (February 11, 1984)
Dina Manzo (March 7, 1971)
Jeff Lewis (March 24, 1970)
Tabatha Coffey (May 17, 1969)
Farrah Abraham (May 31, 1991)
Pauly D (July 5, 1980)
Tiffani Faison (August 20, 1977)
Camille Grammer (September 2, 1968)
Alex McCord (October 1, 1973)
Eva Marcille (October 30, 1984)
NeNe Leakes (December 13, 1967)
Kyle Richards (January 11, 1969)
Bravo wrung every last drop out of this season of the RHNY, finally putting it to rest by airing unseen clips repackaged as “lost footage.”
Sonja accompanied Ramona to get her sweat glands eradicated by ultrasound. Note the Tru Renewal in the waiting room, even Dr. Giese is on the payroll. 
Sonja turned gray as Dr. Giese jabbed a metal rod in and out of Ramona’s armpit. Sonja compared the scene to a veal chop, and Ramona replied that she was getting hungry. The staff brought Sonja a juice box to help her through the trauma of witnessing the gruesome procedure. 
The nausea continued to build as we followed Jill and Bobby into Chopard. Jill fixated on a rose gold 1.79 diamond carat watch (conservatively $25-30,000.00) whining like Veruca Salt that “she waaaanted it!” Hoping to extend her good fortune, she requested the salesmen bring over a necklace too! When the salivating salesmen brought over a 10 carat flawless diamond ring priced at $3.7 million, Bobby started to turn as gray as Sonja did during Ramona’s surgery. Jill declared she always gets screwed because her birthday, the holidays, and their anniversary come one after another and she gets “combined gifts.” Yeah, combined gifts worth over $30,000!
Sonja apparently got her liposuction, and Kelly stopped by to see her in her post-operative convalescence. Kelly brought Sonja a “cleanse” to inspire her to take better (non-surgical) care of herself. Kelly then got all sanctimonious and said, “I want you to tell your daughter that you were too lazy to work out and got liposuction.” Preach Kelly! P.S. if you want to see some sloppy-ass editing watch this scene again, the cleanse is on the bed in a shot before Kelly gives it to Sonja. This shit is totally The Hills, cougar-style.
Kelly and Ramona worked out together in St. John. Kelly kept the elliptical on level three as she talked Ramona’s ear off. Ramona ignored her while she tried to concentrate on her five lbs shoulder presses. Kelly, a genetic freak at six feet tall, has no idea of what it takes to maintain a real woman’s body. Nice forearm plank Ramona, werk!
Sonja, Jen, Alex, and Simon gathered in Times Square for the reveal of Bethenny’s I’d Rather Go Naked campaign. Whatever. PETA is so super fucking hypocritical I can’t even get started, but that’s a discush for another day. 
Bethenny annoyingly mugged for the cameras as Sonja confessed her jealousy by admitting she wished she was up there. Sonja’s honesty is so unusual and refreshing, no?
Most of the girls showed for Ramona’s birthday party at the Chat Noir. Kelly and Jill took it upon themselves to rearrange the place cards. Ramona lost her shit because it was a rude and presumptuous move. That said, can we just sit where we want to sit please? Enough with the control-freak seating chart shit – it’s so antiquated.
We wrapped at the Reunion where we learned the Countess has a record deal, Kelly’s working on some top-secret shit, Jill got a hobby – a bedding line, Sonja’s returning to her relaxed lifestyle, Silex is working a summer book tour, Ramona’s enjoying her renewal, and Bethenny declared now it’s all about Bryn and Jason. I think this is the last time we will see this incarnation of the ladies together. Adieu materialistic shrews, we will miss you. 