Much Needed RHOBH Girls Weekend

Ready for the RHOBH Girls Weekend?

Real Housewives of Beverly Hills has been dropping a lot of husband action lately, and quite frankly, it's pissing me off. Reality TV is an editor's fiction (learned that from The Comeback season 1), so I don't get why were having to deal with all these husband scenes. The show's compromising it's flying colors in the Bechdel Test.
David Foster came off as plain gross after he asked Yolanda's doctor if she was ready for sex as she laid half knocked-out on anesthesia from oral surgery. He kept the creepy vide going when Erika asks him to listen to her album, and he replies with a patronizing grin, "I don't know anything about dancing." No, David Foster, she didn't ask you to critique her Pat The Puss dance routines, she asked you to listen to her music.
And, Ken. Yuck. He was on my shit list a couple seasons ago when he scolded his maid after she jokingly said she would take a ball gown they were donating to charity, basically telling her she should consider herself lucky to be his servant, and not be so greedy. This season he really let his charitable spirit shine after he graciously told Yolanda she looked pretty, when he found her to look ugly and sickly, but it was rooted in his belief that, "All women want a man to tell them they're pretty." Shut up, Ken. You look like the damn lion in the Wizard of Oz!
Erika's husband seems fine. He hasn't said much except a nod of approval on retiling their pool.
Mauricio has been surprisingly low-key, aside from prompting Kyle to further degrade her family. Does he not want his wife to have sister love? She is going to spend a decade in a fight with her damn sister, and Mauricio isn't helping because instead of telling her to pick up the phone, he says, "You need more time to heal." Don't abandon your sister, Kyle! She is the only one you can count on to tweeze and pluck your face if you fall into a coma. You'd hate to wake up from a week of soaring through the afterlife, and have your joy slightly dampened by a spotty soul patch. I doubt any of her Beverly Hills friends would do that for her, they'd likely accuse her comatose body of Munchausen Syndrome, and then go get their butthole waxed.
Oh, fuck, and then Eileen's husband! I don't even know what that guy does, but comb his hair. She's the one working, and while running in circles to get her kid to school in the morning, she asked him for help. He actually called her an idiot! An idiot! She should have ripped his hair right out of his head, but instead she laughed and took a glug from her "extremely dry chardonnay." I think that could be grounds for divorce; calling your partner an idiot, with a camera crew in tow.
I didn't get to watch tonight's episode. I had a stockpile from traveling over the holidays and I have been catching up. I need a night off. The previews for tonights episode show a RHOBH "girls weekend." Thank Goodness!!