WE GET PERSONAL WITH THE REAL HOUSEWIVES OF TORONTO

WE GET PERSONAL WITH THE REAL HOUSEWIVES OF TORONTO

We’ve seen the first episode of The Real Housewives of Toronto and can assure you it’s as salacious and absurd as any good reality show should be. Episode 1 = champagne and live face sewing. Brace yourself.

For what it is – TV high on sugar; low on nutrients – it’s done well. With bitchy spats already unfolding over way too many cocktails, the season before us is full of the cringeworthy drama we crave. As reality, it’s a bit sickening (no one needs a $700,ooo ring). As escapism, it’s perfection. Real Housewives of Toronto: we want to understand you.