Thank you, reality television, for making my home state look like the classiest and most intelligent place in the country. It started with Myrtle Manor, and then CMT slid thirty minutes down the coast to Murrells Inlet for a little gem called Party Down South. Next week, I'll have the pleasure of recapping Bravo's attempt to ruin the beautiful and historic city I adore with a little train wreck called Southern Charm (it's how the other half live, y'all…and I cannot wait!).
While all of South Carolina is abuzz about the upcoming society-skeeze-fest, those characters up scenic Highway 17 need to make sure they aren't forgotten. Enter the brain trust that is Lyle Boudreaux of Party Down South glory.
What do you do when you're a gazillionaire cocktail mogul whose soon-to-be-ex-husband hilariously won't move out of the apartment you share? Well, if you're Bethenny Frankel, you just get a second one so you can have quality time with your douchey new boyfriend daughter.
As Bethenny and Jason Hoppy struggle to come to a settlement agreement, things are getting more and more tense in their abode. I love that Jason is sticking to his guns. Apparently, his parents come to stay almost every weekend, making things all the more cramped, awkward, and humorous!
She tells the magazine, "I had my official last chemo treatment, and while I'm hesitant to say I'm cancer-free – maybe that's common for people who have had cancer – I'm doing great. Everything is moving in the right direction. I am very excited."
Do you live in or around Nashville? Do you have "legitimate" friends and a life most would envy? Do you appear to be between the ages of 18 and 24? If so, then MTV is interested in filming you for a reality show about really, really beautiful, rich, drama-filled people who live in Music City.
I'm guessing that if you're thirty-plus, you can still try to get on the show if you look like you could pass for a young twenty-something…be forewarned though! These are the skeletons that come sprinting out of the closet when you subject yourself to reality television!
So the Seahawks pulled a major upset on the Broncos last night! As someone who found out who was playing on Wednesday, I was super excited to see the team I chose based on ridiculous reasoning win the Super Bowl. I am slightly obsessed with Richard Sherman's father and I think we could all take a lesson from his humble playbook. Did someone say "humble?" That said, let's dish about Kim Kardashian's hair!
Apparently after a few months of being (somewhat) blonde, Kim realized that she wasn't having more fun. What's a girl to do? Well, if you're Kimmie Kakes, you go back to your normal hair color and make sure it's documented by the paps and various forms of social media. Welcome back, brunette Kim. Welcome back.
Oh please let this be true…please, please, please! It would be so amazing to see this come to fruition. I always knew that Bethenny Frankel had a secret type, and I was right! She's totally into douchey frat daddies who are still puffing their chests and doing keg stands a decade after they graduated from college. They are a fascinating breed, but don't get too close. They are prone to STDs and using more hair product than any woman I know!
And Bethenny is in love with one! Yes! She wants to shout it from the rooftops, no doubt, wearing a string bikini and one of those weird bejeweled belly necklace situations. Epic.
Well this is the best news I've heard in a while! It may even get me to stomach a full hour a day of DVRed Jenny McCarthy and Babs Walters. Could the producers of The View be adding a dude into the mix?
Of course, they couldn't just pick any dude. They need a man among boys, a dapper, purple tie wearing hunk with a Zen voice and a penchant for roses and the most dramatic things…ever. How do I love Chris Harrison? Let me count the ways.
We've seen it time and time again. A child star grows up in the spotlight, has fame hungry parents, no one ever tells them no, they party, their squeaky clean image starts to get tarnished, the pressure mounts, drugs happen, lesbian relationships ensue, parents of tweens who love them are outraged, tabloid stories become far more prevalent than movie roles, rehab happens, then a comeback, then rehab again, Lather, rinse, repeat.
Sound familiar? No, I'm not predicting Miley Cyrus' future (although I could be), but I'm referring to everyone's favorite train wreck–Lindsay Lohan. Girlfriend has had a quite a time, hasn't she? What's next for her? Well, thanks to Oprah Winfrey's OWN network, she's getting her own reality show. That should be helpful in her "recovery."