Summer House Season-Premiere Recap: Go West, Young Man

Though it is starkly the middle of the winter, I am finally back in my happy place. No, my happy place is not a summer in the Hamptons; it is my imaginary husband, Kyle McGill Cooke, talking about taking fingers up the butt on national television. (Isn't all television national these days? Is it even television if we all just watch it on our computer screens?) Kyle and his group of summertime yahoos are back in their happy place, living in the cardboard Burj Dubai of Amazon boxes littering their front yard as they arrive at the beach. There are lots of changes in the house. Not only is there . . .