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The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills Recap: You’re Trippin’
The women have long-overdue and awkward conversations.
The next chat is between Dorit and PK — a colorless, odorless, noxious gas that somehow still manages to be as dark as a mildew manifestation and as stinky as halibut farts — for which they meet at a restaurant to discuss getting a divorce. As revelatory as I continue to find these conversations, it’s as if we’re in some holding pattern, like we’re a broken-down Isuzu stuck in the muck and the spinning tires are just flinging mud all over everyone as we all sit here and wait for that stupid truck to just totally sink to the bottom. I feel like Sutton wants that kind of Greater Los Angeles acceptance that Kyle represents, where she can roll with the Kathy Hiltons and Kris Jenners and Morally Corrupt Faye Resnicks of the world.
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