It’s day 21 in the Celebrity Big Brother house! Spencer Pratt has been up to his tricks during the night. Coleen Nolan was asleep in bed, and Spencer pulls the cover off her and talks and makes noises in her face. She’s telling James Cosmo outside and she’s frustrated that not one person told him to stop, and says they’re all scared of him.
Stacy and Jessica Cunningham are talking. One of Jessica’s reasons for nominating Stacy was that she hoards food, but Stacy is trying to explain why she does so, based on experiences that happened before Jessica came in. She says she always gives it out too, but Jedward just eats everything so it was too keep food away from them. She starts getting into an argument with Jessica, walks away and straight into another bicker with Kim Woodburn. Hopefully she’s getting them all out the way for a peaceful rest-of-day.
After the fallout of the previous evening, Nicola chose not to sleep in her normal bed next to Speidi. Stacy speaks to Jessica and Nicola and tells them not to bring the whole Speidi thing up when they’re drinking. Also, she points out to Jessica that she is the last person that should have the conversation as she barely knows her. How long were the first batch of housemates in then???
Oh Lisa Vanderpump – you saucy minx! I see your redemption campaign, smiling blithely, supremely feigning ignorance to any possible schemes, handing Dorit Kemsley a mirror and instructing her how to amputate her nose to spite her face, defending the maligned, innocent Kim Richards… I think Ms. LVP missed her calling in politics!
Last night had a tricky little moment between LVP and Dorit, didn’t it? Dorito had descended from her Nacho Cheese Delusions and spent the entire episode getting into my good graces, and also the good graces of Lipsa and Eileen Davidson, but in the last few moments, as if a switch was flipped, she all of a sudden turned a bit vituperative. Seeming to plant, to a scandalized, yet dismissive LVP that Lipsa is carrying around baggies of drugs. Now, before LVP could start alerting the police, Dorit was quick to add, as an afterthought that, the pills were “mostly” vitamins.
After last week’s lighthearted fun-fest, it’s only natural that the reality TV gods demand some meaningless drama from our Ladies Of London. And this week, that drama finds its way to the Henley Royal Regatta, where Adela King just can’t take another moment of playing nice with Juliet Angus. Also, Julie Montagu continues to hold a grudge against Sophie Stanbury for quitting the role of Caroline Stanbury Hater #2. But Sophie isn’t about to jump into Julie’s stew of resentment anymore. I guess Julie will just have to bathe in her own royal-ish mess. (Perhaps she’ll dry off with a Mapperton tea towel?)
There’s also a steady theme of mothers and daughters woven throughout last night’s episode that, I’m not ashamed to say, really touched me. It was subtle and unexpected and, after it all came together in the final scene, seemed to elevate this show to a new level in my view. Bravo to Bravo for airing a show that while petty at times, never lets petty actually take the wheel. But it’s still a bumpy ride, folks…so, let’s get to it!
We join the Celebrity Big Brother house to the news that Jamie had a rude dream about Nicola. I’m not sure why this is newsworthy, but he seems proud of himself and tells everyone so we shall too.
Chloe’s gone. James C Stays. Speidi is not speaking to Nicola. It’s been an eventful evening.
So Speidi is now just Spencer being very vocal and Heidi disagreeing but not speaking up. The pair are whispering in bed, but weirdly Spencer still has his earplugs in…..maybe that’s why he thinks he’s always right, because he can’t hear people tell him he’s not. Good thinking.
On last night’s Summer House we met the newest housewife Jaclyn Shuman, and Do. Not. Like. So far. Sorry. Also, Lauren Wirkus got a first glimpse of the sleaze-o-rama that is Carl Radke, and Kyle Cooke finally, officially, had his last bootycall with the foolish Amanda. Well that’s what he says anyway.
But first we must break-down the hot tub wrestling match that went on between Kyle and Everett Weston the night before. Ashley Wirkus has never seen water slash so high as when Everett threw it at Kyle’s slurring mouth. Ashley – you could walk to the beach which is probably like 8 feet from you. She crashes Lauren and Kyle’s slumber party to reveal the details of the fight. She’s shocked Everett got so worked up over Kyle trying to simmer down his argument with Lindsay Hubbard.
Is anyone else tired of watching a reality show where the stars share only certain parts of their life they are comfortable with and demand privacy on others? They signed up for a reality show and collect a paycheck to show their lives, good and bad, right? Well, on last night’s episode of Teen Mom 2, there is one instance where I think privacy is allowed (even if you’re Jenelle Evans) and that’s announcing your pregnancy.
Unless you have been living under a rock, we all know that Jenelle is pregnant again with boyfriend David Eason. For all you rock dwellers, you get to see her denial of the situation play out in front of the cameras. While I don’t think Jenelle handled it in a way that helped her haters any, I can understand why she wouldn’t want to announce she’s pregnant before she is at a place she’s comfortable with. Every woman should be allowed to do that, even a Teen Mom none of us can stand.
Really Vanderpump Rules has come down to a Fund-Rager and a contrived roast of Jax Taylor, which coincidentally happened while Brittany Cartwright‘s extra-crispy mama is in town? It’s so contrived. All of it. And it really frosts my lipstick.
But first, it’s Tom 1‘s party and everyone will cry if they want to, cry if they want to – you would cry too if these friends happened to you! The boys really got the birthday shafts, didn’t they – the girls got trips to Montauk and NASCAR, and they get made fun of and forced to do charity work. HA.
Well, Tom turned an indeterminate shade of 30 and celebrated not by raising awareness for himself or his attuned and wrinkle-free skin, but by inviting all of his friends to donate their easily-earned money to charity. Kristen Doute brought her crisp $20, handed it to the collection emcee and announced that now she has full-license to be bad for all eternity in exchange for this one good deed. Jax didn’t have that luck – his card was declined when he tried to give a measly $100. His karma, as always, remains, in despair.