What do you do when you're a gazillionaire cocktail mogul whose soon-to-be-ex-husband hilariously won't move out of the apartment you share? Well, if you're Bethenny Frankel, you just get a second one so you can have quality time with your douchey new boyfriend daughter.
As Bethenny and Jason Hoppy struggle to come to a settlement agreement, things are getting more and more tense in their abode. I love that Jason is sticking to his guns. Apparently, his parents come to stay almost every weekend, making things all the more cramped, awkward, and humorous!
Confession: I was obsessed with Pretty Wicked Moms last summer. Lifetime described the cast – Emily Boulden,Nicole Noles, Nicole Bennett, Marci Gold, Meredith Underwood, and Miranda Carlson – as six competitive moms breaking the molds of traditional motherhood with sky high stilettos and sassy attitudes. Um. The show was a complete train wreck. And must see TV.
I liked Nicole B the most, but Emily and Nicole N were the breakout stars of the series. Emily, mommy to Amzie and owner of the fashion boutique Swank, and Nicole, dog mommy to Sommer and Emily's best friend, are self-absorbed and out of touch with reality. In other words – reality TV gold. Which is why I'm not surprised to learn that they have scored their own reality TV show.
She tells the magazine, "I had my official last chemo treatment, and while I'm hesitant to say I'm cancer-free – maybe that's common for people who have had cancer – I'm doing great. Everything is moving in the right direction. I am very excited."
Do you live in or around Nashville? Do you have "legitimate" friends and a life most would envy? Do you appear to be between the ages of 18 and 24? If so, then MTV is interested in filming you for a reality show about really, really beautiful, rich, drama-filled people who live in Music City.
I'm guessing that if you're thirty-plus, you can still try to get on the show if you look like you could pass for a young twenty-something…be forewarned though! These are the skeletons that come sprinting out of the closet when you subject yourself to reality television!
Can you believe it's already February? Please join RT in wishing the happiest of birthdays to stars of Big Rich Texas, Jersey Shore, and Mob Wives! Of course, who could forget everyone's favorite original reality star? That's hot!
So the Seahawks pulled a major upset on the Broncos last night! As someone who found out who was playing on Wednesday, I was super excited to see the team I chose based on ridiculous reasoning win the Super Bowl. I am slightly obsessed with Richard Sherman's father and I think we could all take a lesson from his humble playbook. Did someone say "humble?" That said, let's dish about Kim Kardashian's hair!
Apparently after a few months of being (somewhat) blonde, Kim realized that she wasn't having more fun. What's a girl to do? Well, if you're Kimmie Kakes, you go back to your normal hair color and make sure it's documented by the paps and various forms of social media. Welcome back, brunette Kim. Welcome back.
Oh please let this be true…please, please, please! It would be so amazing to see this come to fruition. I always knew that Bethenny Frankel had a secret type, and I was right! She's totally into douchey frat daddies who are still puffing their chests and doing keg stands a decade after they graduated from college. They are a fascinating breed, but don't get too close. They are prone to STDs and using more hair product than any woman I know!
And Bethenny is in love with one! Yes! She wants to shout it from the rooftops, no doubt, wearing a string bikini and one of those weird bejeweled belly necklace situations. Epic.
Well this is the best news I've heard in a while! It may even get me to stomach a full hour a day of DVRed Jenny McCarthy and Babs Walters. Could the producers of The View be adding a dude into the mix?
Of course, they couldn't just pick any dude. They need a man among boys, a dapper, purple tie wearing hunk with a Zen voice and a penchant for roses and the most dramatic things…ever. How do I love Chris Harrison? Let me count the ways.