The Real Housewives of Everywhere But New York

It's New York fashion week, that magical twice-yearly time when malnourished girls imported from the unpronounceable, phlegm sounding Eastern European countries parade around in impossibly high heels and ridiculously overpriced, mostly unwearable clothing for the amusement of opinionated fashionistas, bitter queens and anyone who's ever ordered an Orange Julius from the food court at the mall and thinks that makes them a fashion student.  The front rows were filled with Real Housewives, Disney singers and stars of WB shows you might recognize when you're fast forwarding through the commercials.  It's like Christmas all over again!

First up is Yolanda Foster, the former model and fourth wife of shitty music producer and extraordinary douche David Foster, whose sole responsibilities are planning the seating arrangements for dinner parties featuring The Canadian Tenors (who?), keeping the world's most immaculate refrigerator filled with lemons handpicked from her personal lemon grove, and lounging by her infinity pool sipping master cleanse, which is this thing when girls with eating disorders look like they're carrying their piss around in a Poland Spring bottle for a week.  I LOVE HER, especially now that she cut the fried looking messy platinum randomness she called hair.

Speaking of messy platinum randomness, rich bitch NeNe Leakes is still sporting hers, along with that dreadful She by Sheree muppet vest thing from a couple weeks ago.  She was nice enough to pose for fan photos after walking in the Heart Truth Red Dress Collection fashion show, and her new nose makes her look a lot less like Jamie Foxx as Wanda in person.

No stranger to the runway herself (a dozen plus years of Ebony Fashion Fair shows and Essence covers counts for something), Cynthia Bailey showed up to support her Real Housewives of Atlanta castmate, although nobody asked her to walk in the show (or pose for photos afterward) because she is as boring in real life as she is on television.

Far from boring, self proclaimed 'gone with the wind fabulous' shit stirrer Kenya Moore was also in town looking for a sugar daddy and couldn't pass up the opportunity to smile and pose for the camera no matter how late she was running, because low-rent hookers like her crave attention.  Someone should tell her that getting drunk and spreading your legs don't count as life accomplishments, so aside from a 20 year old Miss USA title and a few men's magazine covers, it looks like she has none.  Nice smile though.