Whitney Shares His Band's Name On 'Southern Charm'

by Kristie Rohwedder

If I didn't keep tabs on all of the Southern Charm drama, I reckon Monday night's episode would've been fairly more exciting. It wasn't boring by any means. It was just, uh... devoid of any surprises. Ah, the perils of following all of the Charmer gossip. When Kathryn and Thomas invited the cast to a Big Announcement Dinner, the other Charmers assumed it was a engagement announcement dinner. Because all signs leading up to that gathering pointed to an engagement announcement dinner. Alas, the folks at home know better. The folks following along at home know (spoiler alert!) a T-Rav and K-Den engagement doesn't happen.

Instead of showing off a sparkly ring or sharing a proposal story, T-Rav announced he will be running for Senate. The collective reaction to the announcement was lukewarm at best, but everyone agreed to show their financial support. Again, the folks at home know how this plays out. The folks following along at home know (spoiler alert!) T-Rav doesn’t win the election.

Whitney told T-Rav he knew about the campaign for months and expected a REAL announcement. And then, Whitney addressed the elephant in the room: Would T-Rav propose to K-Den? Would K-Den become K-Rav?

“We’re doing what works for us now," T-Rav replied. And that was that.

Well, that was anticlimactic, I thought as the preview for the next episode began. I hoped SOMETHING new would come to li— I stopped myself. Oh, my gosh. I DID learn something this week.


This week, I learned about Renob, Whitney's band. “Renob” is “boner” backwards. No, I didn't figure that out on my own; when asked about the name, Whitney immediately revealed the meaning. Whitney won't let a boner joke opportunity go to waste. Atta boy, Whit.

Whitney gave me a reason to include the word "boner" multiple times in this post, and for that, I am grateful. I hope we hear more from the backward boner band.

Also? I'm DYING to know how Patricia feels about this name. I guess I have no choice other than to stare at Twitter until she tweets about it.

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