The Real Housewives of Potomac Season-Premiere Recap: Only God Can Judge Me

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Season 11 Episode 1
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There are few things as equally exhilarating and tiresome as watching the women of Potomac delude themselves and everyone around them that this year will be the one where they finally turn over a new leaf and embrace the virtues of accountability, forgiveness, or minding their business. You can almost time it to the annual bloom of the D.C. Cherry Blossoms: every year, we open with the trifecta of Gizelle, Karen, and Ashley swearing that they have seen the errors of their ways and will relearn the basics of girl code forevermore. That conviction is usually abandoned by episode three, but this season, we didn’t even make it to the end of the premiere before the gentleman’s truce was fully abandoned. Let’s get into it, shall we? 

With two of our principal Housewives navigating different sides of the criminal-justice system, stakes are considerably higher this season. Karen is newly sober, newly released, and seemingly determined to approach this chapter of her life with an earnestness that the rest of the cast may not be emotionally equipped to accommodate. She’s praying, she’s meditating, she’s holding crystals and healing stones — she’s doing damn near everything except for admitting that she has a problem with alcohol, much to the chagrin of Ashley and Gizelle. Ray, meanwhile, has apparently made himself scarce before she can even snuff out the prayer candle — enabling a drunk is a much different lifestyle than supporting someone’s transition to sober life, and at the moment the Black Bill Gates doesn’t seem up to the task. But for the time being, Karen, Gizelle and Ashley have formed a tentative alliance bonded in mutually assured destruction, sort of like the three-headed hellhound from Dante’s Inferno. 

The complicated question of what recovery means for a marriage already under considerable strain is clearly going to be a recurring theme this season, which is a welcome change of pace for a woman whose relationship with the truth has historically been about as stable as her relationship with a designated driver. Karen has never been particularly interested in offering the public an unvarnished account of the Hugers’ marital dynamics, but she has always been a staunch defender of the institution itself. But when Gizelle Bryant and Ashley arrive to check in, the missing wedding ring doesn’t escape their notice. 

Across town (well, really, across the state, but we don’t need to reiterate how the Osefos are damn near in Pennsylvania), Wendy is undergoing a spiritual transformation of her own, as her and Eddie’s recent legal troubles have resulted in the bottom falling out of her life. The guest lectures, speaking engagements, and board memberships have all dried up, and Housewives is pretty much the only thing keeping her afloat. But she refuses to let her circumstances keep her down, as she pulls up also sporting a new matte black G-Wagon, a vehicle whose conspicuousness seems somewhat at odds with the more … subdued public image one might expect from someone navigating a criminal case around insurance fraud. 

(And I have to give credit where it’s due: her confessional look is IMMACULATE. The makeup is top-tier, the Aaliyah swoop bang is swooping, and the jewelry accents stand out without doing too much, which is usually her weak spot. I have never made suffering look that good!  I have no idea how the Osefos are budgeting for glam amid their legal troubles, but whoever is responsible for this particular face deserves a raise.) 

Her actual circumstances are, of course, considerably less glamorous. Whatever one believes about the allegations against the couple, the devastation of watching an academic and media career disintegrate in real time is difficult to dismiss. Wendy has always been invested in the accumulation of credentials, titles, and institutional recognition, and now the institutions she spent her career courting have seemingly abandoned her. There is also a more intimate tension around their marriage starting to peek through: while Wendy never says anything explicit, it is clear in subtext and in word choice that she has some sort of resentment around how Eddie has handled this, from their separate legal teams to her using her confessional to say that she feels betrayed by people close to her. I’m sure that we will see this continue to evolve, but in the meantime, Wendy has to secure allies to help her survive the season, and Tia and Stacy are up for the cause. Stacey, ever the enthusiastic ally, assures us that she’s been “praying for my Nigerian sister!” (Stacey’s ex-husband-turned-boyfriend has apparently moved back in, and they’re even vacationing together with their daughter again. Love wins, I guess.) 

In a clear attempt to pivot off of discussing her legal troubles, Wendy has decided to appoint herself the unofficial mediator between Stacey and Tia, two women who have clearly concluded that they cannot stand each other but may occasionally need to coordinate a joint slay to support their mutual friend. The girls offer the requisite clipped apologies (although I still think Tia was right!), and everyone agrees to move forward with approximately zero enthusiasm — that is, until the conversation pivots to Tia’s marriage and Stacey delivers the line that Bethenny Frankel herself couldn’t dream up when she confronted Luann about Tom: “Thank you for apologizing for what I said about your husband. And I would now like to apologize for what I’m about to say about yours.” 

Apparently, the women have been receiving messages alleging that Tia’s husband, Rob, has been active on dating apps. Everyone has conveniently kept the information to herself (read: gossiped amongst each other about it) except Ashley, who gleefully ran her mouth during a live show. The only thing she enjoys more than investigating someone else’s husband is doing so in front of a paying audience. Even her good friend Gizelle knew, and chose to gossip with Ashley instead of privately informing Tia off camera. In a genre that is increasingly overproduced and preplanned, it is rare to see someone as polished as Tia be clearly taken aback by unexpected information and struggle to process it in real time. After nearly 17 years of marriage and almost three decades of knowing her husband, she is understandably rattled — even more so when Rob freely admits it once she has the opportunity to ask him. 

Naturally, the appropriate venue for processing this revelation is a Washington Wizards game, a place where optimism goes to die. (Sorry Wizards fans, but as a Knicks masochist, I will not let up as long as Trae Young remains on your roster.) After the game, Wendy decides to initiate a confrontation about Ashley’s public discussion of Tia’s marriage. Ashley’s defense is predictably incoherent: she insists that she was simply discussing information that had already been circulating, her go-to excuse when she wants to avoid admitting that she is reveling in someone else’s despair. In a truly bizarre moment, she claims that “I’m just tired of men embarrassing us,” as though she has been conscripted into a feminist truth-and-reconciliation commission rather than gleefully publicizing allegations about another woman’s marriage. (The absurd sentiment would carry considerably more weight coming from someone whose own marital history didn’t involve years of explaining away Michael Darby’s behavior.) 

On her own accord, however, Gizelle does something truly remarkable and admits that she was the one who originally heard the rumor and passed it along to Ashley —not to gossip, but to “confirm if the screenshots looked real” because apparently Ashley’s forehead contains a Photoshop detector. Reader, I nearly fell out of my chair. Gizelle Bryant freely acknowledging her role in the production and distribution of mess? On camera? Without first establishing a network of plausible deniability? Perhaps Karen isn’t the only woman experiencing a spiritual awakening this season. 

Of course, the moment is short-lived. Gizelle maintains that she had no intention of discussing the allegation on camera, a distinction she apparently believes absolves her of responsibility for circulating it in the first place. She also insists that she wasn’t planning to discuss it on the podcast. This is a fascinating ethical framework that she has created for herself: you may distribute damaging information among your friends, but as long as you refrain from monetizing it immediately, your hands remain clean. But Tia refuses to let Gizelle redirect the conversation entirely, understandably upset at the realization she is no exception to the rules of Potomac and that someone she went to bat for last season doesn’t feel any obligation to protect her reputation as well. Before long, the convo pivots from Tia’s marriage to the Osefos’ criminal case, with Wendy confronting Gizelle over her public discussion of the allegations on her podcast. Gizelle, never one to abandon a moral high ground simply because she has no legitimate claim to it, responds by accusing Wendy of pretending to be innocent. “You’re trying to act innocent, and you’re not,” she rebuts. Ladies and gents, we’re off to the races.

Well, there you have it, folks. Karen Huger is sober, Wendy Osefo is fighting to reclaim her reputation, Tia’s husband is cheating on her, and Ashley Darby remains committed to the sacred constitutional right to be in everybody’s business but her own. Welcome back to Potomac, where the Lord may forgive, but the Bravo cameras never forget. See you next week! 

Cherry Blossoms

• Ashley is still dating Josh, the human embodiment of Napoleon Dynamite’s LinkedIn profile. At this point, I have exhausted my capacity to feel sorry for this man and the never-ending on-camera humiliation he subjects himself to. He knows exactly what kind of franchise he has wandered into and has elected to remain in the line of fire. This sort of masochism can only be due to his own desperation for fame and notoriety, so I look forward to his inevitable Netflix reality dating show debut in approximately three years, where he will explain that the experience taught him the importance of staying true to himself. Hasn’t worked for any of Scheana Shay’s exes yet, but I wish him the best on that journey! 

• Ashley and Karen’s confessional looks make them look like rival extras auditioning for the same vaguely Mediterranean/Arab role in Dune. Karen would absolutely be a Catherine Zeta-Jones character who has been exiled to Arrakis following a particularly contentious divorce. We’re going to Islam, word to Tami Roman.

• I am over watching Gizelle admire eligible men from a distance. Enough ball watching. Show me an actual romantic prospect; I can’t take another season of her hinting at the personal life she refuses to show us. 

• Will save my opinions on Courtney for after the Eileen Davidson Accords embargo (so, episode five), but I am truly tickled at the concept of an event planning minister WAG who believes in astrology. That’s the kind of combination that you can really only get in D.C., Atlanta, or Houston. 

• I am utterly fascinated by Ashley’s never having heard the word schadenfreude before, when she has spent eleven seasons practicing it at an Olympic level.

• Nothing notable about Robyn’s return just yet, but I am looking forward to her and Karen sparring again. (Although I did find her freely admitting to GLP-1s interesting). 

• I’m not sure if it’s the sobriety, the exhaustion of being newly released, or simply the realization that she no longer has the patience to sit through another argument about a cheating husband, but the Grand Dame looked profoundly bored during the post-game fight. Somebody get this woman a Red Bull before she passes out on the table!