Fishnets, Feathers and Flesh, Oh My

So, I've been catching up on the Real Housewives of New York City, which is my actual favorite city of the Housewives franchise (note: the obvious favorite here would be New Jesrey, because of table throwing and prostitution whoring and the like, but let's face it, it ain't the same without Danielle Staub) and I really have to pause and ask a serious question: What the fuck, Sonja Morgan?

No seriously, what the actual fuck.

I get that she's big with the gays, and with people who maybe can't see so well and don't mind some blurry lady-vagina thrust upon them every once in a while, but her recent burlesque party has left me genuinely baffled. Was she kidding? Were there actual French people there who love actual burlesque? If so, did they cry? Will Chris March ever win back his dignity? Etc.  Sonja really seems like the type of person I'm not drunk enough for.

I was a fan of Jill Zarin's tiny top hat, though. Don't judge.

Anyway, here's a video montage of people on True Blood saying the name "Sookie." You're welcome.

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