Brooks Marks was over it: Andy Cohen was frozen, stuck in a permanent state of faux excitement on Brooks’ screen. He was pretty sure of his own significance: in this week’s episode of Real Housewives of Salt Lake City, he became the first son to ever truly instigate conflict (and masterfully stir the shit) in the history of the entire Real Housewives franchise. And, Brooks thought, he was a fucking 21-year-old—if Bravo was being smart, they’d realize he was about to be their Gen Z prophet.
This interview was his first televised solo appearance—it was supposed to be his moment to own the narrative. To ascend.
And Andy Cohen was fucking frozen.
Brooks couldn’t believe his first Bravo Watch What Happens Live appearance would be tarnished by typical Zoom bullshit—he imagined one of the Salt Lake Mormon girls he hated going through a similar scenario as she attempted to conference with her mommy blogging book club, citing “hashtag work from home problems” as all her friends laughed, their brassy highlights shaking with the hilarity. Ugh.
This shitty Internet connection was making him feel so….unspecial: was a wifi extender not in the budget?
“You’re frozen,” he said, trying not to seem super annoyed.
Andy was moving again, all eyebrows: “Sorry about that, Brooks. You’re from chilly Salt Lake City though, so you know all about being frozen, right?”
Christ. Brooks restrained himself from eye rolling into another dimension: “Haha, yeah, it’s a cold world,” he said, wanting to fucking kill himself.
Andy went on: “So Brooks, we got to see you go head to head with Jen Shah this week. It’s kind of rare to have a son be so involved in the drama of the Real Housewives, right?”
“I’m pretty rare,” Brooks said coolly, imagining the GIF he would become. Marginal progress. His shoulders relaxed a bit.