Shellacked television impresario Ryan Seacrest is teaming up with America's fabulous gay cousin, the Bravo network, to create the next thing in "omg-look-at-those-ethnic-freaks" reality programming. It's called Shahs of Sunset and is about wealthy Persian people.
I finally pried last week's copy of the National Enquirer from Maureen O'Connor's cold dead hands and found this funny article that says Bravo honcho and America's gayest homosexual Andy Cohen wants to get gay married to Anderson Cooper, America's least eligible gay bachelor. Oh, sweet love!
If you thought you were annoyed by Bravo's endless cavalcade of big haired, bigger-titted, biggest mouthed ladies of the various Real Housewives franchises, just wait until you meet the Real Housewives of the Bible.
A one-time reality also-ran is now getting the chance to be in the spotlight twice. Also today: trouble at The X Factor, three actors spark up doobies over at Weeds, and Oprah is bigger than ever.
If we've learned anything from the cautionary tale of Dilbert creator Scott Adams, it's that masquerading as your own biggest fan on the internet can come back to bite you in the ass. You'd think that lesson might have sunk in by now for Real Housewives of New York City star Jill Zarin, who we've already caught once writing glowing Amazon user reviews for her own advice book (while accusing its critics of being antisemites). But someone — not saying it's Jill! Could be anyone really! Innocent until proven Zarin!— has been bombarding the Vulture comments section with suspiciously pro-Jill propaganda.
Last night on Mutual of Omaha Presents The Little Engines That Can't there were a couple of parties and at both women made asses of themselves, but only one of them had a real ass. Not a donkey, Sonja Morgan's.
Last night Andy Cohen had New York Housewife Countess LuAnn de Lesseps and former D.C. Housewife Cat Ommanney on his masturbatory Bravo talk show to discuss the Royal Wedding. Things were tense between the two all night, but when they taped the web-only after show, things really got explosive!
Sure, Danielle Staub may be out, but that doesn't mean anything has to change with the Real Househarpies of New Jersey. It appears that this season is just like any other, in which the ladies screech for male strippers, someone's husband dresses up like a lady, and they get in a huge fight on vacation.
Bravo debuts its latest reality program tonight, Pregnant in Heels, which follows the life and work of a "baby concierge" named Rosie Pope. I was completely prepared to hate this show, but I had no idea it would be this awful.
Yesterday I remarked how sad I was Jersey Shore was over for the season and someone replied, "No, there's still the reunion." Screw that. The only thing worse than your favorite reality show being off the air is the inane reunion special.
Apparently Chris Brown, bellicose pop star, still has plenty of fans. Also today: the return of Dana Delaney and Nancy Travis makes us feel like it's 1994 all over again, Bryan Cranston gets a major role, and Kyle Chandler mulls his next move.
Tonight, 30 Rock returned without Tracy Jordan, but with Sherri Shepherd as Jordan's wife, Angie, along with her very own Bravo reality show camera crew for Queen of Jordan. Nobody was safe from the spotlight! Here's the satirical opening.
We all know that Rachel Zoe is the skinny (even when pregnant) crazy lady who runs around in recycled hippie garb and dresses celebs. She even has a TV show. But did you know that she's raking in serious money? I. Die.
Here's a teaser/preview/whatever for the upcoming fourth season of Real Housewives of New York, Bravo's second-eldest child in its terrible X-Files "Home"-esque franchise family. All looks like business as usual, with Ramona getting drunk, Jill getting upset, LuAnn insulting people's appearances, and Kelly making sand angels in the sand. But lo, what's this? Alex McCord, long our silent beanstalk, seems to have "found her voice." Which, in Housewives parlance, means she's getting involved in more fights. Specifically, with Red Sonja Morgan and the Countess. Oh, and they go to the desert just like in Sex and the City 2 (what a great, great movie to emulate) and Ramona wears a burqa, because of course.
Last night, Bravo premiered a new show based entirely on the last page of New York Magazine. Sure, we like to read what the magazine deems culturally relevant each week, but how did it translate into 30 minutes of TV?
