As someone who has been insufferably nosy since I was a child, I love gobbling up everyone’s drama besides my own. I’m the person who discreetly turns off my noise-canceling headphones on the bus to try to listen in on someone’s dramatic breakup call on the L train tunnel between Brooklyn and Manhattan. When the kids are getting rowdy in Chipotle, I have one eye on my burrito bowl, and the other on the chisme. I am committed to the mission of catching any gossip around — after all, that’s why I got into journalism in the first place.

To that end, an episode like tonight should really be my bread and butter. Over the course of the hour-long runtime, all the girls bring their lingering tensions and disagreements to the table and air everything out. The problem is, for half of these conflict

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