I watched last night’s episode of “Miss Advised” from the American Airlines terminal bar at San Francisco’s airport while tossing back three glasses of prosecco before my red eye flight. It was really quite perfect. I had been looking forward to this episode, in as much as it’s possible to look forward to an episode of “Miss Advised,” because previews indicated it would feature Julia Allison reading her hate site in the company of a love coach named Annie Lala. As a regular reader of that hate site — Reblogging Donk, read it, it’s hilarious — I was eager to see how it would be presented and how it would fit into Julia’s storyline. Keep reading »
What fresh hell is this? It seems that before she was a multi-tasking, Skinny Girl Margarita-mix-making, talk show-having, reality TV star, Bethenny Frankel worked as a PA on the set of “Saved By The Bell.” That’s where she met acting luminary and Professionally Creepy Dude Dustin Diamond. This photo is obviously ground zero for cultural herpes or something.
Oh, where to begin, where to begin? “Miss Advised,” Bravo’s new show about dating experts who don’t actually know anything about dating, started episode two with good news for unemployed dating columnist Julia Allison — she’s been “offered” a “job” “writing” for Elle! After working as a “journalist” for 10 years, this is her dream job! What luck! What’s not mentioned, of course, is that her “job” with Elle was arranged for her by Bravo. Duh, whatever, the arrangement is exposure for Elle so I can’t hate on anyone for pulling strings. Except that even a fake-ish gig is too much for Julia Allison to handle, who breaks down in tears after her totally cringe-worthy call with her new editor, who requested that she come up with some ideas for her column. The stress and fear that she might fail is too much. Why did her mom have to set such high expectations for success by being a speech writer for Nixon? Keep reading »
This is the Palin Conundrum: ignore them and hope they go away, or pay attention to the insipid things they do in order to mock them, thus contributing to their tick-bite hold on the public psyche.
The good news is that in Bristol Palin’s upcoming Lifetime reality show “Life’s A Tripp,” girlfriend may just encourage you to stop paying attention to her out of sheer apathy. The attempts at plot drama — paparazzi are taking photos! some man confronts Bristol in a bar about her mom! — are the kinds of “drama” that would have ended up on the “Real Housewives” cutting room floor. The best part is when Bristol tells her sister “I wouldn’t wish this on anyone,” which is usually the feeling of someone who does a reality show. So grab yourself a double espresso and check out the series trailer. At least Tripp is cute? See an extended clip from the show, featuring mom Sarah, after the jump! [MyLifetime] Keep reading »
I’ve written before about my obsession with “House Hunters” and “House Hunters International,” how I watch approximately three episodes per day, how much I love to hate it, how I always end up yelling at the TV like a crotchety old man because the subjects of the show tend to talk about paint colors in the kinds of hushed, serious voices usually reserved for presidents facing a nuclear crisis. But now I’m feeling crotchety for a different reason: apparently the show is totally fake. Here’s a quote from a former House Hunter describing her experience:
“They didn’t even ‘accept’ us being a subject for the show until we closed on the house we were buying. So then when they decided to film our episode we had to scramble to find houses to tour and pretend we were considering. The ones we looked at weren’t even for sale…they were just our two friends’ houses who were nice enough to madly clean for days in preparation for the cameras!” Keep reading »
Regular Frisky readers know that I have a weird obsession with watching cooking shows. I don’t know why. I don’t cook. No one in my family cooks. I like to eat, but I think most people in the world feel the same way. I think chefs are hot and sometimes I watch cooking shows to look for potential dates, but still, that doesn’t entirely explain my obsession. Put me in front of a cooking show, any cooking show, and you’ll find me transfixed.
Cooking show season is officially in full swing, which means I’ve cleared my schedule. At the moment I’m watching “Chopped,” “Master Chef,” and “Hell’s Kitchen.” I’ve also been recommended “Around The World In 80 Plates” and “Food Network Star.” How many cooking shows can I watch at once without being considered crazy? I guess I’ll find out. The most epically trashy of the cooking show premieres was Season 10 of “Hell’s Kitchen” with my favorite chef sex object, Gordon Ramsay. Someday I plan to write “Hell’s Kitchen” erotic fan fiction with Gordon as the dom. It would just be too easy. Anyway, I’m getting off topic. Here are the important things I learned from the episode (spoilers ahead!)… Keep reading »