Finding words is normally not a problem for me, but I’m having a genuinely difficult time figuring out how to express my glee at the return of Real Housewives of Atlanta. Sure, they’re my hometown housewives, so I’m a little biased in my adoration for them. I think last night exhibited ample evidence that this group is also the best group in an objective sense, though.
What did we get in our hour-long premiere? A funeral, a singing hearse, sex toys, Miss Jay, a horse and buggy, gold plates and cutlery and a screaming match that got quite literally taken outside. And that’s to say nothing of the outfits, the giant necklaces and the weaves galore. Sheree’s was the best, though. Obviously.