First off, either my tolerance has improved in the past week, or the ladies were slightly less deafening last night. Only marginally, but it still seemed like they had maybe lost some steam. There weren't even really any good zingers, just a rehashing of the Herman Munster shoes and whatnot. Still, there were a few entertaining moments amidst the nitpicky fights. Here are the highlights:

This week saw the beginning of a new season of LA Ink, and while we really, really, really wanted to put Kat Von D on this list for everything that's going on outside of the show, not to mention the fact she got a picture of Jesse James (as a child!) tattooed on her, she was actually really sweet in this episode. It's still a bad idea to get someone's face permanently put on your skin (particularly given what has unfolded since) but she was cute with that little hairless cat and the woman with the dead daughter and that sad girl she inexplicably took in. She may make awful life decisions, but she does them from a good place, so she gets a pass this week. The others on this list... not so much.

Oh man. I needed earplugs for this one. Just so much screaming and everyone talking over each other. The look of horror on Neil Patrick Harris' face during Watch What Happens Live really spoke volumes about the insanity that unfolded during this hour and a half of vocal adrenaline. Because of all the screaming, it's hard to take anyone's side on anything... and perhaps after my RHONY-induced migraine subsides, I'll be able to process who is right and who is just trying to get more screentime. But for now, here are the superlatives and all-around most insane moments of the night.

I never thought that I'd feel bad for Hugh Hefner, but after watching this special, I really do. Here's a guy who got jilted just days before a wedding that he was really only doing to make his girlfriend happy in the first place, and he just seems defeated. And this is a man who is surrounded by scantily clad (at best) women most of the time. He really just seems to have gotten to a stage in his life (and at over 80, it is probably about time) where he's seeking some sort of stable companionship, and looked like he sincerely imagined that Crystal Harris could give it to him. He was wrong.

If you are a fan of a certain book, you might know a bit about the person who wrote it. If you have read all seven of her books, you definitely know something about the person who wrote them. If you have paid any attention to a decade-long cultural phenomenon at all, you probably know something about the person who created that phenomenon.

This week, we'd like to give a special shout-out to Lifetime Television for debuting two new shows with some really awful people. Thanks! That more than makes up for lackluster episodes of The Bachelorette and Celebrity Rehab. Now let's see who the five worst reality TV stars were this week, and decide on a winner, by which we mean loser.

Everyone's buzzing (or grousing) about the Emmy nominees, with most of the conversation focusing on the major categories that get all of the attention during the live telecast. But there are plenty of deserving nominees in the secondary categories (the ones usually relegated to the Schmemmys technical awards ceremony) that are worth acknowledging. Here are the ones that had us cheering the most, which is a rare occurrence when it comes to Emmy noms:

I'm going to be honest here: I spent most of the first episode of this show transfixed by Heidi Montag's boobs in her pink shirt. Not in a pervy way, but because I was trying to figure out if she was wearing a strangely textured bra, was sitting at an odd angle or if her nipples actually point in two separate directions. When that is the most fascinating part of a series that has some of reality's most biggest nightmares, it's probably a bad omen.

We're currently suffering through the most boring season of The Bachelorette to date, and that's even taking into consideration the fact that Bentley was a brutally honest douchebag and that there was a guy wearing a mask for several episodes. And now we hear rumors that Emily might be the star of the show's next season. Really? Is that because her dates with Brad were just so riveting? The only one excited about this news is probably Bentley, who is likely chomping at the bit to humiliate yet another woman. So while it seems like another dull season is on the horizon, we've got some suggestions (i.e. wishful thinking) for how The Bachelorette could actually improve if it wanted to.

The new season of Big Brother starts on Thursday, at which point we fully expect some of those housebound idiots to be vying for this coveted title on a regular basis. Until then, we're stuck sifting through housewives, home cooks and social media "experts" to see who really deserves to be called the most heinous reality personality of the week.