First off, I’d like to point out that I am aware that “Real Housewives of Orange County” (RHOC) is a trashy show. There’s nothing wholesome about tipsy women throwing their wine glasses at each other because Kelly told Vicki that she looks like a pig. 

However, there’s something to be said about the whole show being so ridiculous that you can’t help but excitedly wait for each weekly episode premiere (Tuesdays at 8 p.m., FYI).  

 I first got hooked on RHOC channel surfing on the TV in my hotel room during a soccer trip. When I saw a bunch of women in awful hair extensions going on a Rodeo Drive shopping spree on Bravo TV, I was intrigued. They appeared to have an infinite credit card limit and they engaged in retail therapy every day. 

Along with an incessant (and somewhat concerning) amount of shopping from the RHOC cast, you can expect to see girls’ trips from luxurious destinations such as Cabo and Ireland. No matter where they are, drama is everywhere. The show lacks a lot of things, such as a comprehensive plot, but there’s never a shortage of screaming arguments and tears over literally nothing.    

When I began to watch episodes consecutively, I got to know the characters, and even formed opinions about them. For example, I know that Kelly is always one to start trouble — she went to anger management classes a few years ago — and that although Tamara claims that she stays out of drama, she is the ultimate pot-stirrer. 

While RHOC isn’t a show that makes you feel like an intellectual (in fact, you’ll probably lose a few brain cells while watching it), it’s a fun show to watch when you’re looking for a few laughs and spicy drama. Just like most reality shows, however, watch RHOC at your own risk — it’s addictive.