As you may recall from my other review of the Kashmere Kollection (I know “Ks” are super in because of the Kardashians, but MAN, doing multiple ones in your product names just seems… risky), Kim is charging WAY too much for some very average skincare. This little number was supposed to be FIFTY fucking dollars. I mean, look at the size of it: Continue reading
We have finally reached the END, y’all! Praise ANDY! As you may have gleaned from the previous entries, I did not enjoy Secrets of the Southern Belle very much. I have gone through a LOT of dreck (books “written” by seeming illiterates [Teresa Giudice)], raging narcissists [Ramona Singer] and a woman who has less self-awareness than any other reality star, and that is saying something [Alex McCord]), but I am so disappointed in this sexist nonsense because I actually LIKE Phaedra. She is certainly smarter than 99% of the people on Bravo, has a fantastic wit and her slutty transparent vacation looks give me LIFE. Plus I love anyone who matches their eye shadow to their clothing (see above). It’s very seventh grade and I ain’t mad at that. I understand that culture in the south is different than in my flyover upbringing, but I cannot get behind the whole helpless woman act. Continue reading
Ugh, I can’t wait to be done with this nonsense so I can finally make some Phaedra Parks signature biscuits and pretend I never read this book. As I have said before, Phaedra WAS my favorite real housewife, but Miss Sonja Morgan might be back in first place after reading this sexist nonsense. Phaedra wants you to dress your little girls LIKE little girls, and while I agree that dressing girls like mini prostitutes isn’t good for anyone, I don’t think you have to have your kids wear bobbysocks and pinafores and shit. Phaedra has two boys! Do you know how messy kids are? I make my kid brush his teeth shirtless because he can’t do it without smearing toothpaste everywhere (and homeboy still usually manages to get that shit in my hair and his, somehow). Continue reading
We are back with more crazypants advice from how to be an American woman circa 1955. V v on trend in 2017. First up, we MUST and I mean MUST learn out to clean our houses, ladies. Although Phaedra does say to teach your daughters AND your sons to properly wield a mop, this is just so weird. I am sorry, but I imagine that Phaedra is not scrubbing her own damn toilets at this point. Also, stay in good graces with all of your exes. Not only because it is the right thing to do, but also you never know when you might need someone to hang your curtains for you
Okay, hold up.
WHAT!?!??!? I am pretty sure that Phaedra can fucking pay someone to hang her goddamn curtains and not be cordial to some fuckhead (like, oh, you know, her ex-husband who is currently in prison) to do it for her because she is tee hee just a girl! Continue reading
So, put down that bottle of beer. It’s time to be a LADY, y’all. And you can’t be lazy, but also don’t work too hard. And have fun and be sassy but not TOO sassy. And do all of this (in moderation, missy) with not a hair out of place. Um, what? I am not sure how anyone is supposed to gain anything from this. Phaedra also recommends NOT putting it all out there and practice some modesty in dressing. Um…
Has she not seen her own vacation looks?
As you may know, Phaedra Parks is my favorite real housewife. EVER. I can’t get enough of her REDONK vacation looks, numerous careers, her KIDS (omg her children are the most adorbs kids of all the real housewife offspring), her one-liners… she has even managed to make me like Porsha more than I used to, which is a feat in itself.
We finally reached the end, y’all! THANK YOU LAWD. This book was fun and all, but like binge watching a horrid season of Real Housewives, eventually you get sick of grown women acting ridiculous and you just want to dip back into real life. But with the current political landscape, maybe not! Bring it on, Andy! Do your worst! Continue reading
SO now that Sasha has slept with Terrence, she is very nervous about everything thinking that she is a ho. Norman certainly doesn’t help matters and advises Sasha to never expect to hear from him again. Friendship! Sasha tries to not think of Terrence but get back to SASHA and SASHA’S very important dreams of her very own fashion empire. I think I would talk about this less (and laugh less) if She by Sheree had been the success Sheree is implying it was. Girl, you didn’t even have finished samples at your fashion show! Continue reading
WHERE WERE WE?
Honey, Sasha is better than everyone around her, but she is not there to judge. She even becomes friends with Casey, her co-worker at the law firm she works at (where she is SO GOOD at time management, she even sketches fashions and works on her BUSINESS PLAN when she is done working on law stuff) even though Casey is married to a baller. People in the At- I mean HOTlanta elite are very obsessed with sports stars. I mean, obviously, as Sheree herself, Lisa Wu Hartwell, Kim Zolciak, DeShawn Snow, Porsha Williams etc. were all married to NBA or NFL players. God, remember DeShawn? Poor thing, so miscast. Continue reading
SO I decided to finally take my first foray into Real Housewife fiction. If anything screams “I have a totally original story idea, not just a thinly veiled version of my life as a reality star,” it’s a Bravo personality. I know Bethenny has a book, and Kelly Bensimon suggested I check out hers (no, really, she wrote that on an instagram post I did about her book I Can Make You Hot!) but if I am going to jump into this, I want to go BIG. And what could be better than a book by Sheree Whitfield with the words “Side Chicks” in the title? Continue reading