Today, Dina Manzo and sister-in-law Jacqueline Laurita are acting anything but close, which shouldn't come as such a surprise, given that Dina has distanced herself from all of her fam…especially sister Caroline.
Of course, with the new rumors that Dina will be making a triumphant return to RHONJ, it isn't all that strange that people are whispering that Jacqueline has been given the ax by Andy Cohen. With Caroline starting her own reality show, Jacqueline would be the only person Dina would have an issue with if she were to come home to Bravo…and we all know how much Andy loves Grandma Wrinkles Dina.
Last night'sI Dream of NeNe shifted the drama and cattiness from Gregg Leakes' kids and plops it right on top of NeNe Leakes' bridesmaids. The only constant throughout it all? The Neenster's larger than life ego stays totally intact! Also, if I wanted to make this a drinking game, I'd have you chug your vino every time NeNe talked about her bride-maids. Am I crazy for thinking there should be an "s" in there?
Gregg is running interference with son Damien while NeNe schools her remaining adult step-children. Dr. Jeff is hoping he can help the family move forward, and all of Gregg's kids (sans Damien) seem just plain confused by the situation. Look at NeNe's flowing locks in her interview sessions! Work! Dr. Jeff thinks that the major issue is between Gregg and the kids instead of NeNe and the kids. Oh, Bravo editing…now NeNe's interview session hair is in sort of an Adam Lambert-esque bob.
NeNe is hoping that Gregg's only daughter Katrina will be the voice of reason. She feels that Katrina's feelings get lost among her boisterous brothers. Katrina reveals that she doesn't have much of a relationship with her father because he only responded to her when she asked for money. She wanted a more emotional and supportive role in her dad's life. NeNe bonds with Katrina over her own absent father. Katrina seems to have gotten through to Gregg and he promises to rectify their relationship.
That Heather Dubrow from Real Housewives of Orange County is one busy, busy, busy little bee! Don't believe me? Fear not, she's going to tell you herself! The reality star, mom, wife (I know it's in the show title, but we all know that actual "wives" on these franchises are few and far between!), and former Malibu Country actress (sorry, I couldn't resist!) has a lot on her plate these days.
Even though her season has finished filming, Heather is trying to juggle car pools, hosting gigs, and acting roles…not to mention she and husband Terry are building a new home. It's a rough life for those Dubrows!
You know, we often warn tweens and teens of the dangers of over exposure on social media, but reality stars need a major lesson as well. I'm not even talking about sexting or posting pictures on Instagram that I can't ever unsee (I'm looking at you, Coco). I'm just talking about plain ol' common sense, you said you were going to be one place and then you posted pictures of yourself in another.
Apparently new Mob Wivescast memberAlicia DiMichele Garofalo doesn't realize that "what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas" ONLY if you're not posting pictures of yourself in Sin City every five seconds. This is especially true if you told a judge that the only reason you'd need to travel outside of the New York, New Jersey, Pennsylvania area to which an arrest kept you quarantined is to visit your son in college in West Virginia. Details, schmeatails.
We begin with Evelyn and Tami are dishing on all things Tasha and Big Diva. Tami understands what Tasha is trying to do, but she thinks she should perhaps be better advised in her business ventures. Evelyn jokes about kicking Big Diva in the throat, but at least she didn't say anything about head-butting. Thankfully, Tami's eyes are free from asbestos poisoning, and she reveals to Evelyn that Tasha tried to come for her when she regretted to the party. Oh, is that what happened? Evelyn admits that she, Shaunie, and Suzie left long before Tasha arrived.
Shaunie is throwing her son Shareef a thirteenth birthday party that she has dubbed the Bro Mitzvah. He wants over a hundred and fifty guests, video vixens on each arm, big name rappers performing, and a fiery entrance. Shaunie is going to do her best. Whatever happened to a sheet cake and a roller skating rink? And we wonder why kids today are so entitled. Sorry, I think I morphed into my grandmother for a second there.
Hop Hollywood recently caught up with Bambi at the BET Hop Hop Awards. When asked about her presence on the upcoming season of L&HH ATL, she shyly replies, "I'm pretty sure. Maybe a little bit." Does "a little bit" mean a little bit more than the hot tub scene with Benzino when Kirk Frost got into a whole menage of trouble? Only time will tell, I guess. Bambi also shares that she is totally done with all things BBW: LA, although her friendship with Malaysia is still solid. As for Scrappy's ex-fiance and the mother of his child Erica Dixon, Bambi is pretty much "Erica who?"
I wonder if Bambi is the princess that Queen Momma Dee has been waiting on her prince to find?
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Y'all know ol' Jillousy Zarin is over the moon with all the Bravo firing rumors. For such a long time, Jill has been stewing over getting the ax from Real Housewives of New York, and now she may actually have some peeps with whom to commiserate even if they are all on the east coast.
A Housewife will hawk just about anything! From cookbooks to hair care, these ladies are all about putting their name on a product. However, what about the stuff that they use before they put their names on something? When fans compliment these women on their hair or their skin or their donkey booty, the housewives got these from a particular product…and not one that they created themselves!
It's only after they are recognized for this attribute that some handler believes it's a good idea for said housewife to create her own line of butt-lifting underwear/press-on nails/horse shampoo/insert product here. Am I right? Let's take Lisa Hochstein from Real Housewives of Miami, shall we?