The Real Housewives Of NYC (with whom we played Marry/Fuck/Kill the other day) was one vicarious status-mad-crazy-lady thrill after another last night. Seriously, if you DVRd it, save that shit until manually erased. Spoilers: the Brooklynites who say "status" for every other word live in a total crackhouse, and Ramona has the lying abilities of a four year old who ...