Now it’s time to give an official farewell to Bravo’s First Lady of Perfectly Chilled Champs. After years of Heather pontificating about the right way to do wrong, and the wrong way to do wrong, and the wrong way to do everything in between, it only seems appropriate to memorialize Heather The Housewife with an affirmational retrospective.
A new dawn, and new totally fake friendships as the ThreeheadedSheBeast of Vanderpump Rules seeks redemption. For all her grandstanding, Lala Kent has officially returned to the show, which is now filming. The entire cast is currently in Mexico, and low and behold, who was getting along with Stassi Schroeder and Katie Maloney and living to tweet about it? Why Lala, that’s who!
Stassi, Katie, Lala, and Kristen Doute shared pictures from Mexico, where everyone has seemingly gotten over Lala flashing her boobs and pretending she’d actually be desperate enough to sleep with Tom Schwartz. Apparently, the morality police have found it in their pure and perfect hearts to forgive Lala for allegedly having a married boyfriend.
Oh Yolanda Hadid, aren’t positive thoughts part of your Mind, Body, and Spirit wellness plan to defeat Lyme disease? I guess not where tell-all memoirs are concerned! In a preview for her new memoir, Believe Me: My Battle with the Invisible Disability of Lyme Disease, Yolanda calls out all the haters and skeptics who doubted her illness – most notably her ex-husband David Foster and her former Real Housewives Of Beverly Hills castmates by telling her story at 100% brain functioning.
Yolanda reveals how she truly believed Lyme Disease would kill her after “too many nights I found myself lying naked on the bathroom floor, the only relief being the cold tiles on my bare skin, wondering how much more pain I could take and how many more days, months, and years I could suffer.” And even worse, Davidwasn’t the supportive husband she pretended he was.
Shannon and Tamra didn’t know Lydia had been scheming-not-scheming by inviting Kelly until the episode aired, and now they’re calling out her “pot stirring” antics. For some reason Meghan Edmonds is involving herself, because that’s what Meghanny Drew, Girl Detective does – she gets to the bottom of drama!
Yolanda Hadid is like 90% well, but there’s still a part of her that hasn’t completely recovered from Lyme Disease. No, never that! But perhaps with this latest procedure, she’s finally solved her medical mysteries?
Yolanda has been in Switzerland completing the final stage in her Lyme journey with a long-awaited “cavitation surgery,” which is some sort of addition to her previous mercury removing dental surgery. She shared the above photo of the procedure.
NeNe Leakes threw a party this weekend with a theme I don’t understand. At all. The concept appeared to be wear white, bring a gay guy friend, come over to gush over NeNe’s newish multi-million dollar home, and in some cases, get thrown out for assaulting another guest. Anyway, the official title was “Gurls & Gays” but the official hashtag was “NeNeNeverForget”.
Teresa has been working through her grief with yoga and writing. She recently shared more details about her upcoming memoir, Standing Strong, which is about finding her way back to herself and figuring out how to handle not only Joe Giudice‘s prison sentence, but also her mother’s unexpected passing by finding zen and learning to rely on Joe and Melissa Gorga.
Last night’s Real Housewives Of Orange County was like getting food poisoning at a BBQ thrown by a person you cannot stand, but whose party you have to attend because they’re related to your significant other. Basically it was like all of Shannon Beador‘s Thanksgivings – saddled to David and his dour mother who possibly put Ex-Lax in the cranberries she pretended to make from scratch. But it wasn’t just the food that was poisoned last night – there were all sorts of hellish encounters, and no one’s saintly patience was tested more than Shannon’s! Oh Shannon – can we take you nowhere without an incident or scene? Recounting your Housewives history, the answer, thankfully, is NO!
There is probably no one who loves a Real Housewives “dinner from hell” more than I do. In fact, I quit throwing dinner parties because mine are never terrible enough. It’s probably because I don’t have enough psychic friends, or frenemies who despise each other, or friends going through terrible personal dramas they want to talk about on TV, but refuse to let anyone else discuss. No one has ever thrown a plate full of steak at me either. Maybe I should just give up dinner altogether. I should also probably avoid my friends’ children’s birthday parties because they’re just the usual kids running around and eating too much cake. No middle-aged women argue, storm off, or have histrionic meltdowns over semantics.