Real Housewives of Atlanta Recap, S16 E15: Chapter 3: renew

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A vacation rarely brings a cast closer instead of separating – unless you count the trauma link, then any trip from women to the home at Puerto Rico would certainly count – but the grenade serves as refreshing baptism for the ladies of Atlanta. I am perhaps the four-star note, but my kindness, am I delighted to have, to quote Nene Leake, of pure and innocent Rhoa. Okay, maybe watching the women half naked on the Caribbean men is not entirely innocent, and I can do without so many discussions on the clitoris of Cynthia, but the comedy is finally back in the series. And this is the type of comedy that black franchises do better: shit and kiki-id.
Nobody makes the shadow and the verbal shadow than Rhoa At its peak, and it is not a surprise because the proliferation of shit is an honored tradition for blacks, which has been traced with West African traditions. As a scholar said, “the themes on which the joke is authorized seem to be the most condemned by our social order in other contexts.” We do it to bond, entertain, fight and, as some have asserted, exercising our minds, because making a good reading requires real speed and know-how (in his memoirs, activist Jamil Abdullah al-Amin assimilated our propensity to shit speaking to whites playing the scrabble). It is an integral part of the way we communicate between us, and women Real Atlanta home women Capitalize this natural inclination to talk about shit with their rapid shooting readings and their sneaky reconstructions of the ridiculous behavior of the other.
But for too many seasons, most of this cultural exchange was rare due to a lack of chemistry within the distribution and gravity of the stories. A dark cloud hung on the series, with fun moments quickly defiling because any puff of joviality has always been quickly sucked in the room. This cloud threatened to take season 16, but the grenade’s trip smothered him in the egg, reintroducing lightness and jokes. While the projections of the flows of the roller coasters of emotions in recent days, this clearly black flavor of friendly shit was born, making authentic laughs that I had not known when covering the last two seasons. I love this kind of jokes – nene reconstructing the infamous of Kenya Gone with the wind Fabulous Twirl to Kandi is funnier for me than the real moment – and women look into stupidity while they laugh and set out during breakfast.
Angela and Drew go first, Angela pointing out that she “had made the mistake” to look at Drew’s face during the strange monologue of Brit the previous night, making her suffocate her laughs. We were all there with our best best Snl– Digne break. Meanwhile, the old heads have their own kiki in Porsha’s room, listening to Phaedra, the shit resident queen, make her usual rounds, reading the group slyly. Cynthia and Porsha laugh while Phaedra calls Angela a teacher (she has a strange obsession for Angela, why does she still try dogs?) And jokes about life in “Scam-Lanta” while speaking of Brit’s gift. Then she delivers a new tea, which is the best ingredient for any shitty shares.
Phaedra said to Cynthia and Porsha that the genesis of the icy between Brit and Kelli, something that Agela and Drew also noted in their respective Kiki, implies that Brit would have tried to rob the Glamor team of Kelli. NOW This is the bullshit of real women at home that we all love. According to Phaedra, Brit told her that Kelli did not want her to use the same stylist, although we have literally looked at Kelli offering her services during the last trip, so there is clearly more to history than Brit Let On. In Kelli’s room, the ex-ex-Besses who should try to climb on the same wavelength, Brit noting that it feels a lack of support concerning the situation with the donations. Here, Kelli tries to give advice to his friend on the walk in her goal (what a wonderfully polished to say: “Slut, if you are so rich that you have to restore”), but the point goes just above the empty head of Brit, and she evokes how Kelli “hides” behind her.
With the mention of Kelli’s team, the truth comes out in their confessionals, although they continue to get around the problem in their conversation. Brit says Kelli explicitly told his team that they could no longer work with Brit. What she leaves conveniently, what Kelli adds in her confessional is that Brit apparently organized a meeting with the Glamor team of Kelli behind his back in an attempt to rob them. During their conversation, Brit takes a shot, saying that it “does not want an entire team around” (it is not as if it could allow it anyway), and she wants Kelli to allow her “diapers” of protective. Then she reprimands Kelli for teaching him a lesson in generosity in front of the group instead of withdrawing it in private, which is one thing with which I can agree. They leave things there, accepting to be best friends with each other, but the friction is endemic, prefiguring the inevitable rupture.
The rest of the episode keeps the jovial spirit of the morning kikis while the casting takes shots around the pool, remembering their arrival the day before. Another magnificent Caribbean man joins briefly – he is the Minister of Tourism, but like the Prime Minister, he could just as easily be a model – to set the tone for the debauchery that arrives later in the evening. Porsha’s impromptu photo shoot to stimulate Shamea’s mood also helps keep the spirit of pleasure and flow. Although it is Shamea saying in his confessional that wearing Porsha’s clothes for “a moment” touched his heart was a little frightening at Sutton Stracke, the obsession of Kyle Richards (the despair of friendship never looks good), it is great that everyone is again friendly, and the energy remains copaceered.
To properly put on their trip to pomegranate, women attend a special celebration of night jab on the island. Usually celebrated at the top of the morning, Jab Jab is a carnival parade unique in grenade, celebrating the abolition of slavery on the British Caribbean islands. “Jab”, the French term for the devil, was once used to refer to derogatory to slaves, but as blacks often do, the word has been reused as a form of protest. During the celebration, people dance in the streets while covering themselves in oil to honor the liberation of blacks. As II Charles, the founder of Jambalasee Grenada, who aims to preserve the tradition, told Essence“We ridiculed what the oppressors told us that we are, of lower quality, black and no good demons. In other words, we say:” Do you call me a devil? Well, I’m going to show you a devil. “”
While Jab Jab starts throughout the island, people swarm the streets, smooth with opaque oil or charcoal, often dressed in demons, or more poignant, using accessories like chains and coffins to signify death to oppressor. Like all the variants of the celebrations of the Carnival of the Caribbean, there is an abundant consumption and a dance because the joy of being black always replaces any difficulty. Atlanta’s ladies may not be descendants of Grenadian slaves, but, like blacks around the world, they can be part of the African diaspora. They cover their hair in the preparation of the oil (the “condoms” of Cynthia’s hair was too funny) and the bikinis and the black fish nets, ready for the Jab Jab experience.
After a full night of celebration in the streets and enjoying more male population of the Granada – they had so much fun that Phaedra said that she had become pregnant and Porsha approached a second story of Bolo – they return to the villa for intense showers and a last night of sleep on the island. We conclude with a last Kiki group where we learn that Brit and Phaedra have passed their relationship at the upper level while Brit was rubbing the oil of each crevasse of the body of his roommate. The prints of the black hand, and even the buttocks throw the hotel as they suit their bags and enjoy their breakfast together. Kelli, proud of a successful journey but distrusting herself to go home to her situation of rocky divorce, shares with the group which just after a particularly hard conversation with her lawyer, the pink quartz that she kept during the holidays broke in half.
According to Kelli’s Google research, the broken crystal symbolizes the end of a relationship. While I watched the women observe while Kelli seals the energy by throwing the crystal pieces into the ocean, I hoped that it also symbolized the end of the end of Rhoa years of difficulties. The grenade journey did what the hosts wanted, with the chapters of “reset, rebirth and renew” all finished and really attach scenarios with a satisfactory arc while establishing the fall of Brit and Kelli. Even Porsha noted how exactly the holidays were what the doctor ordered, and with the charged distribution, they can end things with a blow. While the end of the teasing episode, it only takes 72 hours after landing in Atlanta for women, bright eyes and bushy tail, to put you back and continue to give us season 16 that we deserve.
• I cannot believe that Kelli and Drew have the same birthday! A message for anyone plans to get married on August 21: no.
• Porsha saying that she is a “researcher” (we all know that her research was a Google search and a scratch of a Jab Jab Jab Wikipedia page) and in the same episode referring to Kelli and Brit as “Siamese cats” instead of twins is the kind of stupid that I like of her. We need more of that and less of everything she brought earlier this season.
• And, more importantly, I hope Porsha will bring him an energy “no thought, just vibrations” to Treatments!!! I want a SHEREE 2.0! I am devastated that Nene does not join the cast and that my eyes will be exposed to the demon that is Michael Rapaport (they should assassinate him first in solidarity with Kenya after that Whhl Appearance), but I have hope in my daughter to bring fun moments.