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Ah, Selling Sunset — the only show that can make a grown adult believe that wearing a sequined minidress to a house viewing is perfectly normal. Season 9 has finally dropped, and like many fans who survived the emotional chaos of Season 8, I braced myself for another high-gloss, high-drama, high-heels extravaganza. And honestly? It delivered — in diamonds, designer bags, and delicious drama.
Now, let’s be real: I don’t watch Selling Sunset for the “real estate.” I watch it for the real drama. The sprawling villas and ocean views are just the aesthetic side dishes — the main course is the gossip, the alliances, and the meltdowns delivered with perfect contouring and six-inch stilettos.
And can we talk about how good-looking this cast is? The entire Oppenheim Group looks like they were airlifted straight from a Barbie Dreamhouse and dropped into Los Angeles real estate. Every single one of them looks like a walking filter — glossy, golden, and suspiciously poreless. Between the chiseled Oppenheim twins and the army of glamazons running their empire, it’s less a brokerage firm and more of a runway with closing costs.
But what really makes Selling Sunset click (and binge-able) is its aspirational madness. It’s like watching your vision board come to life — perfect bodies, perfect houses, perfect cars, and perfectly chaotic personal lives. It’s escapism with extra contouring.
So what’s Season 9 got in store? Well, for starters — the drama’s still bubbling hotter than the Beverly Hills sun. Nicole is back, and she’s bringing enough tension to power a small city. Cold, calculating, and occasionally ditzy, she’s the human equivalent of a glass of champagne — bubbly but with a sharp bite. Chrishell, on the other hand, continues to be the show’s beating heart. She’s fiery, likable, and the only one who occasionally seems aware that selling $20 million homes while crying in designer heels might not be normal human behavior.
The Chrishell–Emma fallout was particularly heartbreaking this season. Watching two fan favorites clash felt like seeing your favorite brunch spot close down — tragic and unnecessary. While Chrishell’s logic made sense, Emma’s vulnerability (especially given her own personal struggles) made it impossible not to sympathize with her too. I’m rooting for a reconciliation — ideally over mimosas in a $10 million kitchen with marble counters.
And then there’s Mary — my least favorite of the Oppenheim bunch. She tries to play peacemaker but often ends up looking like she’s balancing on a fence wearing Louboutins. Her flip-out over a bouquet (yes, flowers!) was peak petty. Someone please tell Mary to pick bigger battles — and maybe a new storyline.
On the opposite end of the drama spectrum, we have Chelsea — my personal favorite this season. She’s fierce, unapologetic, and walks into every room like she’s about to host the Met Gala. She’s the sass the show needs, and thank heavens she didn’t exit as the rumor mill once predicted.
Brie, though? I’m still on the fence. She’s the definition of tough love in human form — all attitude and poker face. I can’t decide if I admire her or fear her a little. Probably both. I couldn’t care less about Amanza; sometimes I forget she’s on the show. As for the newcomer Sandra Vergara, she came across as trying too hard to hook in a storyline. Boring!
And of course, Jason and Brett Oppenheim — the twin CEOs who somehow manage to run the show while saying absolutely nothing of consequence. Their signature move remains “staying neutral,” though I did appreciate that they finally took a stand in getting Nicole out. It was the right call, even if it made the next couple of episodes feel like detoxing from drama.
By the end of Season 9, you’re left with all the ingredients that make Selling Sunset the delicious guilty pleasure it is — jaw-dropping homes, high-octane fashion, emotional chaos, and the kind of friendships that change faster than real estate prices.
Should you watch it? Absolutely. It’s pure, unapologetic escapism — a glossy peek into the world of the rich, the ridiculous, and the relentlessly well-dressed. So grab your popcorn, pour yourself something bubbly, and prepare to say things like, “Wait, they’re fighting again?” every five minutes.
Verdict: ★★★★☆
Selling Sunset Season 9: because nothing sells quite like scandal in stilettos.
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