Am I Right Ladies? So Many Housewives, Not Enough Husbands

Forget the face that launched a thousand ships – this is the show that launched a thousand shits. Desperate Housewives made girl-on-girl-hating so hot in 2004, and things have yet to cool down.

At least in the most recent season the women of Wisteria Lane could unite thanks to Photoshop and funnel all their repressed anger towards one woman. Looks like they saved the worst for last, amirightvanessawilliams?

Housewives be shoppin!!! Forget you Carrie Bradshaw, these matrons own this town! And in case you weren’t sure what town it was, just look at the apple on the logo! Well, unless that big apple has been dipped in caramel and stuck on a popsicle stick, count me not interested.

Hey Bravo executives, when you decide to make The Real Old Maids of New York City – I’m your Ramona.

What is this, a photo shoot or Madame Tussaud’s backlot? In case you’re wondering how much botox is going on in this photo, it’s actually a video. You asked for this, America (Ferrera).

Don’t let the name fool you, the entire show is a game of musical chairs.

Contrary to what this photo op might imply, these women did not just dump a body in the docks. This show is a new level for self “made” women. Low.

Why is it that only in a show about war can women actually like each other? Because their husbands leave for their jobs, not their mistresses. DING DONG. You asked for this America (Ferrera). You asked for this.

I can't tell if this photo is one big Italian stereotype or paying homage to Jesus’ Last Supper – but Christ Almighty does it make me want some meatballs, amirightladies?