Camille Grammer is dishing on ex-husband Kelsey's recent parenting snafus as well as her holiday plans. Also, there is some fun gossip about Yolanda Foster's predecessor in David's life who apparently really, really, really wants to be on the show. It's some fun stuff, y'all!
Poor Kyle Richards can never do anything right. She always tries to look like the nice girl, the fun girl, the one who is friends with everyone but then she goes and screams in someone's face or blames them for something or does something petty like shooting lasers at their nipples or comes across as obviously fake or outs her sister as an alcoholic on national TV or joins ranks with Adrienne Maloof to throw her former bestie and fan favorite under the bus or is friends with Faye Resnick.
However Kyle's worst offense by far is that she almost always ruins parties. Like all the time. Parties she has, parties she goes to, parties that even get a whiff of her White Diamonds perfume and caftans. Yes, Kyle Richards is a serial party-mucker-upper. Which she never admits to.
And earlier this week on Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, Kyle had another party that just turned to poop. And it wasn't because of the food. Nope it was because of Faye Resnick sticking her very depleted nose into everyone else's business.
Lisa Vanderpump was well aware that Faye had gotten the skinny from Kyle about what happened with Adrienne and Brandi Glanville so when Faye started blaming Brandi for every bad thing like ever – I mean even that time her credit card got declined at the Neiman's White Sale – Lisa commented that Faye is Kyle's mouthpiece. And it would appear that is entirely the case. Too bad the damage control didn't work.
I'm just going to come out and say it – I am OVER Kyle Richards. Last night on Real Housewives of Beverly Hills she once again showed herself to be a sniveling, conniving, drama queen. Furthermore, it must be hard to be Faye Resnick. Always in the shadows, always a hanger-on, just waiting, waiting, waiting for fame to finally deem you worthy.
Last night Brandi Glanville realized she made a grave mistake, an egregious error as she attempted to take on a furious Adrienne Maloof. Brandi didn't realize what she was getting herself into. It reminded her of that time she entered the Jell-O wrestling competition in Vegas. After a few cocktails it seemed fun but all she got in the end was showing nipples and the attentions of a F-list actor named Eddie hoping to raise himself through the ranks from nobody to lesser nobody.
Anyway, Brandi is still at Mauricio's real estate convention thing and she's just gotten double-teamed by WWF Supervillians Hoof & Nasty. Maybe she deserved it. Adrienne storms out, pointing to the fans in her glittering purple caftan, vowing to return and warns Brandi that she'll out her as a druggie whore if she doesn't watch it.
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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.
I mean, I don't doubt that Andy Cohen and his minions select ladies who are going to bring the drama and then puts them in situations which are going to create it to the umpteenth degree. The ladies of Beverly Hills are no different. Taylor Armstrong alone brings enough dramatics for a Broadway production.
Anyhoo, Taylor is coming to the media interwebs with guns blazing. It's a brazen attempt to find some sort of fan base in her madness. I can't say I blame her. This is her bread and butter. Unfortunately, she underestimated her viewership…we don't like bread and butter…we like good cheese and fancy breads and wine not in a box. Or in a box, as long as you have some wonderful cheeses!