It's hard to believe that yet another season of Bad Girls Club has come and gone, but at least we have the warm memories…
The shockingly violent cat fights, the eye-popping anger over nothing whatsoever, the shrill repitition of the word bitch until it became as mundane and innocuous as a street corner preacher saying amen.
And now comes the inevitable reunion show, with the inevitable host, Perez Hilton, looking more and more like the love child of Liberace and Herman Munster.
Still, it's more fun than a barrel of monkeys. Or—as is Hilton's preference—more fun than something you don't want to imagine.