Last night I caught a bit of THE REAL HOUSEWIVES OF ATLANTA. One of them, Porsha, is dumber than a bag of dogpoop, she is the Grand Slam of idiocy; she's lucky she's rich because she couldn't have any career that forced her to show some intelligence. She is the Wonder Woman of clueless. Last year she had some epic moments of stupidity, but last night she was describing her relationship with her sister: we're really, really close, we're like Siamese cats.