If Camille Grammer wasn't absent from the opening credits of Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, I'd never believe she's been demoted to "friend" of the housewives. She's more present now than she's been in past seasons. I'm not complaining…I think Camille is hilarious.
Her divorce from Kelsey Grammer has long been finalized, but their issues with each other are still as rampant as ever. The more I hear about Kelsey and his irresponsible and arrogant ways, the happier I am I never watched Frazier. To borrow a term from Andy Cohen, he seems to be quite the jackhole. Now Kelsey has taken their parenting war to an entirely different level by not allowing his children to mention Camille when they are with him. Explain to me how that isn't hard on those poor kids!?!
So what was going on last night, Bravo? A word of advice: If you can't air the storyline, then, you know don't air the story. But I suppose that would mean forgoing some major drama and they can't have that, can they?
Real Housewives of Beverly Hills has made a case for going where no show goes before into the gory, depraved, salacious, and libelous department. And last night was no exception.
Before we get to the good stuff let's discuss Splits Richards trying to show off that she's the new rich biatch in town. She's giving her 16-year-old, the one who couldn't parallel part last week, a brand new Mercedes coupe. That's the perfect first car to total, amirite! It's apparently because Mauricio is now raking in the dough big time with his new real estate agency.
Personally, I'm really over the daughter driving story. I mean who is she – a Kardashian? Furthermore, those shorts are too short for a 16-year-old. I guess she's also taking fashion advice from Aunt Paris.
What a difference a few seasons can make. Real Housewives of Beverly Hills'Camille Grammer knows that…perhaps like no other lady in the franchise. Pushed into doing the show by her now ex-husband Kelsey Grammer, we watched awkwardly the first season as her marriage crumbled and she butted heads with her cast mates. Let's just say she didn't make the best impression. She quickly redeemed herself in the second season. Again, I think she may be the only one in the franchise who went from being hated to a fan favorite…we all know it happens the other way around though!
Another housewife from RHOBH who seems to be gaining fandom is Brandi Glanville. She continues to build her brand while thumbing her nose at her ex-husband and his new Twitter-addict bride. Of course, the richest franchise does have some ladies who aren't winning any popularity awards among viewers. The mere mention of Taylor Armstrong's name gets some people's blood boiling…will they be fortunate enough to see her hightail it out of the zip code she worked too hard to gain? Check out some Beverly Hills gossip after the jump!
Last night on Real Housewives of Beverly Hills the ladies got wild and out in Ojai. I have to say last night was one of the most fun episodes ever and it makes you think if they all got their panties out of a wad, relaxed, and spoke to each other like normal people instead of obsessing over petty drama they'd all get along and be fun. But alas, that would be too easy and far too mature.
Things begin with the girls still in Ojai where Brandi Glanville has just dropped the eff-bomb at Buckingham Palace in front of Queen Elizabeth and her corgis. Oh, wait – no she didn't. She just said it to Adrienne Maloof, but the way these ninnies were acting you'd think this was the most official, classy, elegant prestigious dinner in all the world. I don't know why they were all getting up on their high horses acting like they've never said F-U before when we all know they use it. Right, Splits Richards?
Anyway, Brandi and Kim Richards were doing a big Ojai love-in and pouring their hearts out when Adrienne gets on the intercom with her whiny, donkey voice to announce that someone is crying in Aisle 5 and clean-up is required. Repeat, someone – ahem KIM – is crying!
So Brandi was forced to tell Adrienne to eff off and everyones' heads snapped around like Adrienne just announced that someone was peeing on a Chanel bag. Their mouths dropped, and they glared at Brandi as if she was pee culprit desecrating the holy statue.
You may not agree, but I think Brandi Glanville is the spice so needed for Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. She's brash, she's offensive, she's everything her counterparts want to be but pretend that they're not. You add in the fact that Brandi's ex-husband Eddie Cibrian couldn't keep it in his pants, and she proceeds to run into his former mistresses throughout 90210, and you've got a great reality recipe for drama.
I know y'all recall the SUR party last season (you know, the one Cedric Martinez tried to crash, not to be confused with this season's Villa Blanca party when Adrienne Maloof sent that passive aggressive jungle arrangement to Lisa Vanderpump) when Brandi ran smack dab into SUR waitress Scheana Marie who had once gotten to know Eddie really well…if you catch my drift.
Fast forward to Scheana starring in Bravo's new Vanderfabulous spin-off Vanderpump Rules, and she's all over the media yet again for that unfortunate run in with Brandi. Of course, Brandi handled the situation with as much class as Brandi can…she did a better job than I would have expected. From previews, we know that the women will come face-to-face yet again (thanks producers!) to finally say their peace, and now media outlets are revisiting that original awkward meeting as Bravo hypes its newest reality show.
First of all let me apologize for this beast being so late, but good things come to those who wait, right? Last night on Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, boy did we witness some groveling. It was down in the dirt, on your knees, begging kind of groveling as Queen Lisa Vanderpump barely acknowledged her subject's pleas for redemption.
I should say last night's episode was a study in relationship building and friendship, but also in status. New alliances were drawn, and enemy lines began to be sorted out. Also, the ladies took a trip to Ojai where apparently magic happens. But no amount of magic can make these girls behave in public.
Things begin with two ladies afflicted by a curse of over botoxing and an unfortunate affinity for ugly blouses facing off in a quaint little restaurant. One lady, a benevolent but stern queen, and the other a marginally disgraced princess who is quivering and anxious with anticipation. Yes, Adrienne Maloof has realized she made enemies with the wrong lady, because while Lisa can be sweet as rosé, she will cut a bitch faster than she'll discard a wilting rose.