Amanda
Reiss

About one year ago, I found out I was pregnant after having a devastating miscarriage.

The Bachelor is the TV show equivalent of a f*ckboy.

Well, friends, we did the impossible.

Well, everybody, we've made it to the final week of The Bachelorette.

“The pregnancy is not developing. I’m sorry.”

It’s no secret that travel in the time of COVID-19 is a polarizing subject.

The time has finally come.

Ever since Brittany first appeared on season 4 of Vanderpump Rules, she’s been a fan favorite.

It’s no secret from my many articles on the subject that I’m a Bravoholic with an affinity for all things Real Housewives.

Living in quarantine during coronavirus has us doing things we never thought we would: justifying our cleanest pair of joggers as formalwear, going without showering for days on end, and, god help us, confronting the horror that is our front-facing camera for the sake of human interaction.

There’s no way around it: the coronavirus pandemic is sweeping the globe and it’s scary.

In these trying times, when we can’t turn on the news without feeling like we’re living in a waking nightmare, it can be hard to feel anything other than a constant, impending sense of doom.

We all have that one friend...

It’s safe to say that few of us had high hopes for this season of The Bachelor.

There are certain age-old questions we all must contend with at one point or another: What is the meaning of life?

There are a number of traits that all good Real Housewives have in common.

When it debuted in 2014, Southern Charm captivated Bravo viewers with its breezy Charleston backdrop and dynamic cast.

Just weeks ago, a grown woman was caught on film having a meltdown while on the job.

As a self-confessed Bravoholic, I revel in the happenings on our favorite Bravo shows, whether it’s the idiocy of Puppygate in last season’s Real Housewives of Beverly Hills or the garbage men that run rampant on every season of Southern Charm.

It’s that time of year again, friends.

It’s no secret that we live in a society obsessed with wellness.

Every year in early November I feel personally attacked by a little thing called Daylight Saving Time.

Any Real Housewives Bravoholic knows that our ladies are at their best when they go on vacation.

Whether you love it or hate it, engagement season is upon us.

It’s no secret that dating in this day and age is one long waking nightmare challenging.

If the women gracing our reality TV screens are any indication, the fillers trend isn’t slowing down anytime soon.

It’s said that friends are the family we choose, and I couldn’t agree more.

In our society, more often than not, weddings tend to look pretty similar.

With the amount of time we spend at work each day, it’s no wonder that a boss can make or break the experience.

Your sex drive, like the Kardashian-Jenners’ plastic surgery bodily proportions, is ever-changing, and sometimes not necessarily in a good way.

Feminism is, at its core, a relatively simple concept.

There’s something about weddings that just brings out the crazy in people.

The ladies of The Real Housewives are the gifts that keep on giving.

If you’re anything like me, you probably think of sex toys as something to be used in the privacy of your own home, either alone or with your partner.

Here’s to annoying couples: may we know them, may we judge them, may we actively avoid them.

After weeks of speculation, ABC revealed last night on the season finale of Bachelor in Paradise that Peter Weber, the lovable pilot from Hannah B.’s season of The Bachelorette, will be the new Bachelor.

We’ve all seen the stereotypical depiction of wedding night sex on TV and in the movies—the groom carries his bride across the threshold into a hotel room that looks like Valentine’s Day threw up, and the couple proceeds to have missionary romantic sex and consummate the marriage.

Southern Charm is one of my favorite Bravo shows, and I was really excited for season 6 after a spectacular season 5, where all the women seemingly banded together to take down the “good ole boys” club that pervades Charleston and the mindsets of the men there.

My frustration with women’s magazines is well-documented.

Emotional abuse can be tricky to detect.

Bet you don't know what frottage means

It’s no secret that for most people, dating is a dumpster fire of an experience.

Ever since I was old enough to subscribe to women’s magazines, I have had mixed feelings about them.

This season of The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills has been slightly less of a snoozefest more dramatic than seasons past.

I get it.