RHOM, Season 2, Episode 7–Bras and Brawls, Part 1

Miami is a place where people apparently consider a normal evening to involve expensive lingerie, charitable fundraising, questionable acquaintances, and several adults behaving as though they have been released from a very expensive enclosure at the zoo. Welcome to Lisa Hochstein’s lingerie party, where the dress code is barely dressed, the guest list includes Joe Francis, and absolutely nobody seems capable of minding their own damn business.

We begin with the ongoing Karent Sierra situation, which has become something of a community-wide group project. Karent has managed to rub several of the women the wrong way, and Adriana is particularly interested in discussing an article in the Miami Herald that she believes paints the Housewives in an unflattering light. The article includes comments attributed to Karent about wanting to elevate the image of the stereotypical Housewife and move beyond the usual petty nonsense.

Which is a lovely sentiment, except that the women are now arguing about whether Karent has been making disparaging remarks about them while simultaneously presenting herself as the one professional woman in a room full of Botox-addled idiots. Subtle!

Karent maintains that her words were twisted or taken out of context. The others aren’t exactly rushing to give her the benefit of the doubt. Adriana, in particular, is convinced that Karent has been operating behind the scenes, smiling sweetly while stirring the pot. It’s a familiar Housewives phenomenon: the woman who says she wants everyone to get along somehow winds up being involved in every disagreement. A remarkable coincidence.

Meanwhile, Lisa is preparing for her big lingerie fundraiser, and Lea is getting ready for her own major charity event. Both women have plenty to do, but naturally there is time for some passive-aggressive commentary because this is Miami and nobody can simply host a successful event without also conducting a secondary investigation into everyone’s personality.

Lisa’s party is supposed to be a fun charitable evening. There will be lingerie, beautiful people, and presumably enough silicone to make the entire guest list buoyant. Lisa has put effort into the event, and she is clearly proud of it. Lea attends and offers her support, although Lisa seems to have some thoughts about whether the party meets Lea’s standards.

Lea, meanwhile, has her own interpretation of Lisa’s remarks. She recalls Lisa making condescending comments about her and wonders why Lisa is so concerned with criticizing people behind their backs when she seems perfectly comfortable doing it herself. The two are apparently engaged in a friendship where every compliment requires a forensic examination afterward.

Lea even clarifies that when she described Lisa’s lingerie look as “hilarious,” she meant fabulous and over-the-top. Apparently, in this particular friendship, even a compliment needs a legal disclaimer.

Then there is Joanna Krupa, who is continuing her animal-rights advocacy and anti-fur campaign. Joanna is passionate about the cause, and she is not particularly shy about expressing her opinions. She also looks like someone who could turn a PETA campaign into a Victoria’s Secret commercial without changing outfits.

At the party, Marysol arrives in an outfit that apparently fails to meet Joanna’s approval. But instead of Joanna simply approaching Marysol and discussing it, Karent swoops in to inform Marysol that her attire isn’t acceptable to Joanna.

Wait. What?

Marysol has barely arrived, and Karent is already acting as the unofficial wardrobe enforcement officer. There are no badges, no uniforms, and no evidence that anyone appointed her to this position. Yet here she is, delivering fashion violations before the first cocktail has had a chance to do its job.

Marysol is understandably irritated. If Joanna has an issue with her outfit, Joanna can tell her herself. This is not a complicated social arrangement. Unfortunately, Karent seems determined to make herself the middlewoman in every conversation, which is a particularly dangerous hobby in a room full of Housewives.

And then Joe Francis arrives.

Because naturally, when Lisa Hochstein throws a lingerie party, the evening needs a special guest whose presence immediately makes everyone wonder whether they should have checked the guest list more carefully.

Joe is talking with Lea and the others when the subject of Joanna comes up. He mentions that he had dated Joanna in the past. Then Karent, apparently sensing that the conversation is not nearly uncomfortable enough, asks whether he had also been involved with Joanna’s sister, Marta.

Yes. She actually goes there.

Joe confirms that he had been involved with both sisters, and suddenly a perfectly ordinary conversation has become a deeply awkward episode of Miami’s Most Unnecessary Revelations.

But Karent doesn’t stop there. She brings Joe over to Joanna and has him repeat the story in front of her and her fiancé, Romain.

I cannot stress enough how little this needed to happen.

Joanna is understandably furious. Romain is standing there trying to process the information without turning the evening into an entirely different kind of event. Joe is now in the position of explaining his romantic history to a woman who is very clearly not interested in hearing it. And Karent is somehow still smiling.

There is a time and place for asking questions. A lingerie fundraiser in front of someone’s fiancé is probably not the ideal setting for an impromptu discussion of which sisters someone has slept with.

Joanna is upset, and the tension is immediate. She confronts the situation, Joe is forced to defend his comments, and Romain is left trying to maintain his composure. The whole thing is spectacularly uncomfortable, and we’re still supposed to be celebrating charity.

Meanwhile, Karent’s involvement in the evening is becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. Adriana already thinks she is a professional meddler, and now Marysol has been pulled into a wardrobe dispute while Joanna is dealing with a very personal revelation. Karent seems to have the uncanny ability to walk into a room, smile, and leave behind three separate arguments.

The women are also dealing with the fallout from the Miami Herald article, which has become another source of resentment. The phrase “Botox for brains” has entered the conversation, and nobody is particularly thrilled about being lumped into an unflattering stereotype. Karent insists that her comments were misunderstood, while the others are not convinced that she is quite as innocent as she would like everyone to believe.

Adriana is especially irritated. She has reached the point where she doesn’t want to hear another explanation from Karent. In her mind, the sweet smile and professional demeanor are just packaging for someone who enjoys gossiping about everyone else.

And honestly, this is becoming a lot of work for a group of women who could simply have enjoyed a party and gone home.

But that would require restraint, and restraint is apparently not available in Miami tonight.

Lisa’s party is now less of a fundraiser and more of a social experiment designed to determine how quickly a room full of nearly naked people can become completely hostile. Lea is questioning Lisa’s remarks, Marysol is annoyed with Karent, Joanna is furious about Joe’s revelations, and Adriana is convinced Karent is responsible for the general atmosphere of chaos.

Somewhere in the middle of all this, Lisa is presumably wondering why she bothered to organize a party at all.

The evening is far from over, and the women have managed to turn a charitable lingerie event into a spectacular mess of gossip, accusations, bruised egos, and personal revelations. The actual fundraising may be happening somewhere in the background, but the main attraction is now a collection of adults who desperately need to stop talking.

And we haven’t even gotten to the real brawling yet.

To be continued. Because apparently one episode is not enough room for all the Miami insanity.

Seriously, put these women in pajamas and give them a glass of water. They are not safe around cocktails, microphones, or Joe Francis.

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