Mo money, mo problems, right? Maybe the phrase should be "Mona money, Mona problems" because the cast of Love & Hip Hop Atlanta can't seem to stay on the straight and narrow. Leaked sex tapes and funeral shootings and Nikko's smirk, oh my! Mona Scott Young should pitch a spin-off that's sober house meets Couples Therapy. Just kidding…I'm trademarking that idea as I type. TM, Mona, T.M.
So I predicted that Mona posted Stevie J.'s bail after he was arrested for owing more than $1 million in child support (how is that even a thing??), and it turns out I was right. However, it seems that not paying for his children isn't Stevie's only issue (and I'm not counting the Puerto Rican princess).
On last night's Love & Hip Hop: Atlanta, I truly started to wonder just how orchestrated this craziness is. Based on the preview I was wondering if cameras were actually around when Benzino got shot on the way to his mom's funeral. At this point, nothing would surprise. I feel like the scene with Stevie J. telling Joseline Hernandez about the entire situation was filmed so long after the fact. I just can't handle the scriptedness!
Anyhoo, the episode begins with Althea, or Ho-thea as Joseline has coined her, in the studio, and the Puerto Rican princess heads to the studio to see if she's the real deal. Althea brags that it only took her one night to record her latest single and she suggests that she and Joseline should cut a track together. Please! Joseline only sings ho-lo, I mean solo. She isn't impressed with Althea, and Joseline is throwing a ton of shade regarding Althea sleeping with the entire cast. She hopes that Althea isn't playing Benzino. He's finally found the love of his life, or at least the love of this season.
Who wouldn't want to take parenting advice from Abby Lee Miller? The recently engagedDance Moms star is often revered for the wonderful way she treats the children in her studio. Oh, wait…well, regardless, Abby thinks she knows best, and now she's got a book coming out to prove it.
Harper Collins will be releasing Everything I Learned About Life, I Learned In Dance Class on July 15. Perfect beach read, right? Not so much! In the book, Abby explains her tough love mentality and shares her success stories. You won't be surprised to learn that her eleven-year-old protege Maddie Ziegler penned the book's forward.
No need to wait until Christmas to get the present you've been waiting for! Last night, TLC gifted us with two, yes TWO(!!), episodes of Sister Wives. Kody Brown's hair was full and flowing for the special occasion. Let's start with the first installment, shall we?
After their laughable pitch for My Sister Wives' Closet, Kody and his hair are anxiously awaiting to hear whether the investors took the bait. Christine is nervous, and Robyn is feeling a sense of urgency about her business baby. A terrified Janellecould care less about the company (can you blame her?) because her trainer wants her to climb a rock wall. Meri is heading to Utah to check on her house and catch up with a friend from kindergarten. At the rock wall, Janelle wants to vomit. I hate heights, but I think it looks super fun. She's a foot off the ground when her nerves get the best of her. Seriously, she could jump higher than she just climbed. Janelle is determined to conquer her fears and is able to touch a rock about five feet in the air. Son Logan is with her, and he's enjoyed seeing how much confidence his mother has gained in her weight loss journey.
Let's start with Catelynn and Tyler's beef with Farrah. To be honest, their unleashing on Farrah was deserved after Farrah blasted the couple for getting pregnant again. As you recall, the first season (EVER! Wow, that was back in the day!), Catelynn and Tyler's story followed them as they made the difficult decision to place their daughter up for adoption.
Admittedly, I do this every time a newbie joins a franchise. I fall in major like with the fresh face only to come back and bite my words a few seasons later. Real Housewives of New York is no different. I love Kristen Taekman. I adore that she's friends with Carole Radziwill and (Holla!) Heather Thomson. She's even a good sport with LuAnn deLesseps (who I like more now that she's in smaller doses) and Sonja Morgan. Best of all? She finds Aviva Drescher to be a total nut job…and, truth be told, I was quite the Aviva fan her freshman season. Hey, at least I realize my shortcomings, right?
Beginning her Bravo blog, Kristen jokes, "Yup, the 'new girl' is taking all these fancy NY Ladies to Montana. Naturally, Carole and I need a wax. Funny, so Carole and I spoke that morning and go figure, we both had waxes that day at the same place so we decided to go together! Don't all girlfriends go to hold their friend's hands while they get their kitty waxed? Ha ha! I roll in wax for real. I wax everything! Arms, legs, mustache, brows, kitty…TMI I know — but after all, this is a reality show! So we are waxed and ready for Montana! PS. Carole is a natural blonde who knew?? #shhhhhhhh" Bwahahaha! TMI, Kristen. T.M.I.
Well, it's official! Abby Lee Miller is engaged. RT, dibs on recapping the Dance Moms spin-off that's sure to surround planning her big day! After months of speculation and vast amounts of Twitter love thrown back and forth, the villainous star of Lifetime's hit has confirmed that, yes, she is in fact betrothed to Michael Padula.
Wait, who? Well, according to his Twitter, Michael is an Italian actor, "voiceover king," and TV host who has a penchant for tweeting–and retweeting–all things Dance Moms. If I didn't know better, I'd say the handsome(ish) mystery man was just a major super fan…until I came across tweets about how beautiful Abby is even when her hair is up in a towel and how much he loves her.
Ahhh, the rite of passage known as one's twenty-first birthday. I remember mine fondly. After all, it was just a couple decades years ago (around the same time Evelyn Lozada celebrated hers). I had a Spanish final exam the morning of my birthday, so none of that hitting the bars at the stroke of midnight the night before…oh no, I just had to start the festivities at lunch on the big day. And talk about stylish! I was sporting a turtleneck, Pilgrim shoes, and high-waisted jeans (how they are making a second round in fashion is beyond me), and damn did I look good as I hit up all the classiest joints Clemson had to offer in the late '90s. I'd say my twenty-first birthday was almost–ALMOST–as over-the-top as Evelyn's night out for daughter Shaniece Hairston…except I didn't get a Benz…and I still can't look at butterscotch Schnapps.
Over the weekend, Shaniece was treated to a major time in Vegas this past weekend courtesy of her mother's new fiance generosity. She was even gifted a Mercedes Benz G550. Every twenty-one-year-old should learn about the responsibilities of adulthood by driving a car worth well over $100K, right?