Last night we got to know Brandi Glanville and Dana Wilkey a bit more on The Real Housewives Of Beverly Hills. And you know what? Glanville wasn’t so bad. We knew we’d like Wilkey, but we weren’t sure of Glanville given the bad press that preceded her. Plus, we felt for her when she told Camille Grammer that Eddie Cibrian had married the country stick figure.
Glanville’s mention of “c*ck” on Adrienne Maloof‘s patio made me miss my own friends. Not because they’re potty-mouthed hoodrats (because they are), but because if I were to use such a word, my friends wouldn’t make me feel as bad about it as the Bev Hills brigade made Glanville feel. Come on, ladies. You’ve heard some foul language in your time; You hung out in LA in your twenties. Camille, you starred in a Skinemax movie. Just because you’re now fourty and well off (be it via marriage or a divorce settlement), you think you’re above such talk? Pssshaw.
Granted, Glanville should give her son a talking to on proper bathroom etiquette (one doesn’t pull one’s appendix out to relieve oneself in front of young guests), but who’s to say that her method of parenting involves scolding in private? If you ask me, Kyle’s becoming a bit of an elitist bitch. What was once considered outspoken has now crossed over to snobby.
Lisa-Does Giggy really need an earpiece? He’s a dog.
Bless Dr. Paul Nassif, jumping into his own pool in scrubs.
Portia and that yellow tutu bathing suit. If there is anything more precious than that, I’d implore thee to bring it to the table. And if you dare present us with anything related to the Giudice girls, there will be hell to pay…
If we’ve learned anything from what transpired this August involving Taylor Armstrong‘s estranged husband, let’s get Kim Richards off the show and into a facility STAT. Sister’s not playing with a full deck.