Brittany Cartwright

Well, I might perish from the coronavirus any day now, but still, I continue to write these recaps. (That's a lie, I don't even have a cold.) But if I do have to go into self-imposed quarantine, I guess that will give me much more time to write about our favorite band of servers!

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.

I know I complain a lot about how much time The Bachelor takes up in my sad little life, but the one show I would never dare speak ill of is Vanderpump Rules.

If you read our weekly Photoshop Fail series, then you're well aware by now that nothing on Instagram is as it seems.

When Kristen Doute's nose isn't deep in a mountain of Raquel's pasta, it's deeper in other people's business.

New year, new me, am I right?

If you took a sip of a PUMP-TI-NI every time someone lied on Vanderpump Rules, you'd be drunker than James Kennedy while he's doing a DJ set.