Andy Cohen makes my heart smile. He does. I think he's honest and funny, and he seems like one of those celebrities that if you approached him at McDonald's, he'd be totally friendly and let you take a picture with him. In my VERY limited experience, those celebrities are few and far between. Terry O' Quinn (John Locke from Lost) is on the nice list. A certain "Show me the money!" Oscar winner who filmed a straight to video flick in my college town after said Oscar win…not so much. Basically, I heart Andy and have aspirations of being the bartender in theWatch What Happens Liveclubhouse. Too much to ask?
The Kind of Bravo recently did a book signing at Georgia Tech in Atlanta for his memoir Most Talkative. While there, he answered questions about gay people on television and his love life. Andy also plays a fabulous round of Marry, Shag, Kill. He's awesome.
What's not to love about Andy Cohen? He's the King of Bravo, he hosts a phenomenally random and funny late night show in a tiny clubhouse, and he penned the hilarious memoir Most Talkative. Let's not forget the fact that he gave us the housewives franchise. What would we have to talk about if not for all of those ladies? Sure he's a horrible reunion host, but nobody's perfect, and he seems to be getting better in my opinion.
Not only is Andy all of these things and more, he's a huge advocate for the gay community. In fact, he was recently named 14th on Out's Power List, which showcases fifty gay men and women who influence the way Americans–and the world–perceive the gay community. RuPaul also made the list in the 50th spot.
RHOM fans know that despite some unfortunate plastic surgery, Mama Elsa tells it like it is. When she's not threatening drag queens, dancing in caftans, or having psychic visions, she's doling out some pretty down-to-earth advice. She's the Big Ang of Bravo.
Last night was the final episode of Real Housewives of Miami. It went the way all reunions go with cocktail dress clad and overly spray-tanned women screaming at each other over an utterly useless Andy Cohen. We were spared an Elaine Lancaster appearance. We were rewarded with a Mama Elsa appearance. And we all got tired of Ana Quincoces making herself sound silly by taking repeated jabs atLea Black's age.
C'mon now – if you're gonna rip someone apart you have to be clever about it. (See: Leakes, NeNe, "Wigs" "Trashbox" "Close Your Legs To Married Men!") That's just elementary, like Housewives 101.
Things begin with a drama in review. And that unfortunate drama is Joe Francis and Joanna Krupa's reported unsavory past. Joanna clears up that she was never in Girls Gone Wild but instead hosted an infomercial with Snoop Dog. She also insists she did not "sleep" or "associate" with criminals.
Ana leaps in to accuse Lea of bringing Joe to the party as a "prop" to set Joanna up. Lea denies it, shrieking that Ana is making yet another false accusation and suggests Ana stick to cooking where hopefully she can keep her ingredients straighter than her facts. I wish Lea had said ingrediences.
Ana keeps speaking over everyone and answering for them. Annoying. Shht! The drama over the bitchslap, broom stick wielding, boob-exposing meltdown continues. Yes, let's talk about this some more. It was actually a productive conversation. Adriana de Moura apologized for smacking Joanna and she was disgusted for herself for getting physical. Apparently Adriana was depressed for days following the incident.
It's that time of year again. You know what I mean… The time of year when the annual Dancing With The Stars casting speculation resumes in earnest.
We thought we'd help ABC out a bit by dropping some hints about which reality stars we absolutely need (ok want, but semantics, right?) to see strap on a shiny sequined leotard, drop the magical ten pounds, and prance their way into public humiliation whileDerek Houghgyrates them into a sequined disco ball statue.
Tonight is all about Miami heat! The ladies of Real Housewives of Miami are getting their first official reunion (if you recall the first one was a WWHL special, aka cluster eff). While not much of the drama has been leaked (what?! Unfathomable), according to previews it is bound to be off the chains.
One snippet reveals that Lea Black gets into it with a strangely worked up Ana Quincoces. Is she really trying to hang onto her contract by being Marysol Patton's ardent defender again? #getyourownstoryline. Messing with the Mayor of Miami and her massive jewels is no way to make friends or influence people, girl!
Below are some photos from tonight's reunion as well as a preview of what's to come!
As always we'll be live-tweeting the drama even if it's too hot to handle. We'll also be focusing on who is wearing what and looks/best and worst! It's the little things in life…
[Photo Credit: Andy Cohen's Twitter]
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On last night's finale of Real Housewives of Miami things were peaceable, nice, and sweet. I kinda expected the reunion to be filmed sans moderator in Vicki Gunvalson's backyard circa S1 of RHOC, aka before these shows descended into non-stop fighting, backstabbing, and made-for-TV personal problems.
Nope, last night's episode featured real, honest-to-goodness drama, and sweetness. I guess after a season of crazy why not end on a high note?
Things begin with the girls still in Bimini. Apparently the bad weather has stranded them and trying to turn lemons into lemonade an energetic Marysol Patton suggests a "Healing Water" ceremony involving flowers and Pucci worn with aquashoes. Marysol explains that her mother believes making a wish and throwing flowers over your head into water can cleanse negative energy and help us find closure and peace.
Lea Black had been passing the time talking to all her friends in jail and so she's game. I mean who wants to hear some wealthy con complain about the frozen peas and lukewarm gravy in the minimum security prison when you could be on vacation right? Adriana de Moura laughs that while alone in their cells at night they're all fantasizing about Lea and Lea didn't seem to find that image appetizing.
Aaaaahhh… girls trip. Never a more ominous phrase in the reality TV vernacular, right? And last night it was no exception for the Real Housewives of Miami.
Like all girls trips it started off innocently enough; there were the usual shenanigans of missing identification, too much luggage, small plane anxiety, and of course master bedroom mayhem. But the new twist was 'Oops I caught your boyfriend cheating!'
Yeah,Karent Sierra, her teeth, and her smile were bamboozled, blindsided, and backed into a corner. And for a second – just one, small, teensy-weensy second – her smile faltered, the shine of the veneers started to fade, and the future didn't look so blinding white and perfect. Karent learned an important reality TV lesson last night – don't eff with a Real Housewife because those girls are vicious. More vicious than piranhas and they will eat their own for relevance. Well, some of them. It was the initiation of a new Housewife in full force.