I'm starting to wonder if a storm is brewing with the ladies of Mob Wives. So far, everyone has been very civil. Renee Graziano and Drita D'avanzo decided to take out their stress through good ol' fashioned physical exercise, while Big Ang gets enough of a work out holding up her giant jugs. Ramona Rizzo and Karen Gravano were actually cordial to Dave's new girlfriend. Of course, Love Majewski still wants to beat Carla Facciolo's behind, but the pair has yet to meet. Where was Carla last night, anyway?
Last night begins as Ramona and Karen are heading to Karen's brother's storage facility to see if there is any evidence which would allow Karen's father's case to be reopened. There are boxes of trial transcripts and taped conversations. This is not going to be an easy task.
Renee shares with son A.J. that she's going to get an attack dog. He wants to slap her when he hears the pooch could cost upwards of twenty thousand dollars. A.J. thinks that his mom's paranoia are humorous. He wants his mom to lighten up and relax. She's hoping that they can do some mother-son bonding in a Krav Maga class. Not only will it allow the pair to spend time together, it will be another outlet for Renee's aggression. Yeah, that's not going to happen. A.J. tells his mother he isn't going along for the ride as she channels her inner Jackie Chan. Renee then practices some of her wrestling techniques on A.J. in a cute family moment. He really seems like a good kid.
Rob and Kris were together in Vegas this weekend to celebrate Rob's birthday and to promote his sock line, Arthur George. The two were at Kardashian Khaos yesterday to pimp out the socks and by the look of things, Kris could teach her son a thing or two about how to properly sell a product.
Rob showed up in a t-shirt and what looked a lot like sweat pants, paired with black athletic shoes. What would Kris do if her daughters turned up for a product appearance dressed this way? We know you own better clothes than this, Rob.
Rob stood there looking a little apprehensive, while pimpmomager busted out her pompons and was ready to do a few high kicks. See below the jump…
Last night on Real Housewives of Atlanta we dealt with the ghosts of fauxlationships past when Bravo the ladies did everything in their power to force a confrontation between former business partners boyfriend and girlfriend Kenya Moore and Walter Jackson. Much to my dismay, that did not happen. As a small consolation we got several delusional talking head rants from Kenya and one Kenyantrum.
Before any of that happened Porsha Stewart tried to navigate the nearly impossible task of taking a pregnancy test. EPT stands for Error Proof Test… until Porsha gets her hands on it! Girl actually thought you had to pee for two whole minutes instead of waiting 2 minutes for the results.
Porsha and Kordell poured over the instructions in panicked frustration for about an hour like it was a map to buried treasure. And Kontroll doesn't want to hire a nanny? Lord help us all… And correct me if I'm wrong, but wasn't Porsha pregnant before? She has definitely done the whole pee on a stick song and dance. Anyway, she's not pregnant. And poor Porsha looked really sad to realize that once again the yams had not worked. All she got for her troubles was some orange poop and one completely apathetic Kontroll. Worst. Reaction. Ever.
My mother always told me that good things happen to good people. When I would complain that the mean girl always seemed to get the dream guy or the amazing job, she would remind me that mean people are often miserable no matter what successes they have. She'd say we should feel bad for those who are so hateful and be thankful to have love in our hearts and not be one of those people. Snarking on reality stars aside, I think it's sound advice…and she was right! Just look at Real Housewives of Beverly Hills!
Brandi Glanville has struggled to get back on her feet after a nasty and public divorce, and she's tried to be as straightforward and honest (if not totally brash) when it comes to her life. Her frankness and sharp tongue have proven to be Brandi's greatest allies as she gets the last laugh on her haters. Likewise, Adrienne Maloof, who had me fooled season one, has channeled her inner mean girl, and it's not very becoming.
Bad news for fans of the Bachelor Pad. The Bachelor Pad, the place where Bachelor and Bachelorette castoffs go to catch diseases 15 more minutes of fame and a second chance at love to win $250,000, will not air this summer.
Mike Fleiss, the mastermind behind all things Bachelor, nonchalantly tweeted the news. I'm kind of crushed, as Bachelor Pad is trashy summer TV at its finest, and I definitely need more of an explanation!
Reality Steve, the spoiler king behind all things Bachelor, weighed in on the issue. "Not surprised," Reality Steve tweeted. "Ratings good but didn't "fit" with ABC/Disney image."