Do any of you remember how this season of Real Housewives of Atlanta started? Or when it started? I don’t. Was it before the holidays? I think maybe it was, but that means that we’ve been hanging out with the Atlanta ladies for months on end at this point, and there is seemingly no end in sight. If this show doesn’t tie up its loose ends before Mad Men starts on the 25th, I am going to be angry.

Last night, the Real Housewives of Orange County continued their race to the bottom by trying their hands at comedy. Slade and Gretchen, specifically, which went just about how you’d expect it to go. Because nothing else even remotely interesting has happened in Slade’s life except his perpetual housewife-adjacency, his routine was all about how to hunt and capture your very own reality star.

It’s only three episodes into the latest season of Real Housewives of Orange County and I’m already tired of approximately everyone on the whole show. Just when I though I was sure I disliked Alexis the most, newbie Heather starts competing for the title in earnest. She was such a shining beacon of brunette hope, but it seems as though she’s too intent on playing the character of a snobby housewife to actually demonstrate any likability.

Apologies for my absence last week – Fashion Week ate my Real Housewives of Atlanta recap alive, and then it ate any opportunity I might have had to so much as put up a discussion post the next day. Now that Fashion Week has mercifully come to a close, I’m back to my normal duties. Just in time to catch the end of the Africa trip, too.

Well look at what we have here – a full recap during Fashion Week! Luckily, Tuesday was my slowest day of the season and I got an opportunity to sit down and properly watch Real Housewives of Orange County, which moved at as quick a pace as the premiere did. I’m not entirely sure why, because basically nothing of consequence happened, but the episode clipped along at an entertaining speed nonetheless.

First of all, apologies for lateness (and for the complete lack of Real Housewives of Atlanta recap yesterday) – once things get going, it’s hard to crawl out from under New York Fashion Week long enough to do any regular work, let alone write a recap that’s nearly 2,000 words long. Luckily, last night’s third and final installment of the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills reunion was so boring that it doesn’t need all that much recapping, so I did get a chance to write a little something.

Can you believe that we’ve been through six seasons of Real Housewives of Orange County already? Last night’s premiere marked the beginning of the seventh season, and I couldn’t help but look back and think about all the housewives who have come before us. Jo, for instance. Remember Jo? I wish I didn’t remember Jo. Or how about Lynn Quinn? Cougar Lynn Quinn with the awful wigs?

In almost any multi-part Real Housewives reunion, there’s an episode that ends up being completely useless. In three-parters, it’s the middle episode; Bravo uses the good footage in the first and third parts draw people in and then tease them into sticking around for the entire thing, which is what happened with last night’s Real Housewives of Beverly Hills Reunion.

I’ve never been a great fan of Real Housewives reunions in general, so when I say that part one of the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills Reunion was actually pretty interesting, I mean it. Not everything that was talked about was particularly amazing, but the way that the other cast members systematically picked at Lisa was worth watching if only for how incredibly bad they were at doing it.

As the Fug Girls so eloquently put it on Twitter last night, all of the crazy that was missing from the SAG Awards ceremony fortunately found it to the new episode of Real Housewives of Atlanta. For as much as this season has been boring so far, last night really brought the drama. Marlo didn’t cut anyone, but I think she was pretty close.