Last night we were able to learn more about Camille Grammer, wife of Kelsey.  Frigid in the shadow of Frasier, Camille is so very desperate for the viewers and other housewives to see her as her own person.  She is her own person, damn it! And she likes sports and she likes hanging with the dudes and draping herself over any man with frosted tips and a tan.  These men are here on behalf of Kelsey as her protectors.  Meanwhile, back in New York…

Not to beat a dead horse, but we all know someone like Camille.  She’s the chick with no girlfriends.  And ya’ll know you can’t trust a chick with no girlfriends.  Lady Grammer herself with dudes and shirks off friendships with the female because they’re “catty.”  Mmmm hmmm.  That’s a rotted tale, sister.  Bottom line: Your story stinks of insecurity.  Get some friends.  Stop dancing like a tart.  You have two children and four nannies.  What will the staff think?

I am growing to really like Lisa.  I embrace her secret fondness for all things Aaron Spelling and 1987, and giggle when her houseboy Cedric had to bus tables at Villa Blanca in pink.  Que un vision.

Am I seeing things, or are these Housewives not heavy drinkers (in comparison to Ramona, Kim, Nene, Tamra, Sonja)?  We’re exposed to more diet coke and iced tea than Pinot Grigio.  They ain’t short on the Dom Rose, though.

I thought Lisa was going to get up out of her chaise lounge, walk over to Camille, take the tequila shot out of her hand and dump it over her head.  Oh, how I wish Lisa had done that.

Taylor‘s husband, Russell, huh?  What a drip.   And Taylor had to chase him for three months? Get out of town!  The drip doesn’t even dress well.  An untucked metro shirt? Put on a suit, Drip!

I was too distracted by Camille’s insecurities this episode to pay enough mind to the other castmates (except Drip, of course).  Adrienne is a high roller.  Lisa is my people.  Kyle is also my people (6 million points to her for the “four nannies” jab at Camille).  I felt for Kim this episode.  I am the eternal third wheel, and I feeleth your pain, m’dear.   As a brave Kurt once said, to be different and original, you must learn to be alone.

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