team monica!
cuz all the world's a stage, my babes
If you’re not watching the Real Housewives of Salt Lake City, you’re missing out on what social media historians, pop culture dissertations, and armchair experts everywhere are bound to pinpoint as the exact moment reality TV reached its final form.
The snake’s eating its tail and I, for one, fucking love it.
I’m always telling my non-Housewife friends that if they’re gonna start Housewifing, they have to start with Salt Lake City. It’s got everything:
conflicted current and ex-Mormons
a woman who married her step-grandfather because when her grandmother died, her grandmother asked her to marry her step-grandfather and take over as the head of their church, which she did, and now she’s a pastor / grifter married to her step-grandfather
an episode where the ladies are merrily preparing for a road trip and THE FBI SHOWS UP TO ARREST ONE OF THEM
If that’s not enough to get your ass on the couch—truly, I’m happy to sit on the couch for a lot less—then how about this: RHOSLC’s…
