Rosebud1970

Why is no one looking to break up the showmance? Especially one as toxic as this one is? And especially when it can be done anonymously? Don’t anyone here know how to play this game?

And that’s a problem because…?

I've had a lot of exposure to alcoholics. My sister is an alcoholic; I am not. And neither is my brother. Sure, I like to drink as much as the next girl, but my sister has this pathology that makes her dependent on alcohol and she only knows that she has to drink to excess and she can't get through her day without drinking. Everyone in her life has begged her to get help and so far, she refuses. One of my college roommates is an alcoholic who periodically promises to stop. And then goes right back on drinking. My best friend was an alcoholic; got sober with the help of AA. She understood what was going on with her and got help. Another friend quit drinking on his own, no AA. Never addressed the underlying pathology that caused him to drink in the first place. He's what is known as a 'dry drunk'. My college boyfriend literally drank himself to death. As did a co-worker whom I liked a lot. My point is, that alcoholism is a disease and you don't just give yourself a disease by drinking to excess. The pathology must exist for you to be an alcoholic. Garcelle has no idea what she's talking about when she makes statements like, 'Erika is going to give herself an alcoholism by drinking so much.' Erika is either an alcoholic or she isn't. She's not going to drink herself into a disease. Alcoholism is a pathology, not a learned behavior.

Here’s the thing. A person doesn’t become an alcoholic because they drink too much. Or because their drinking is out of control. A person’s drinking is out of control because they are an alcoholic. Garcelle keeps saying that Erika is going to ‘give herself alcoholism’ or some such nonsense. That’s not the way it works. That’s not the way any of this works. Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

I actually prefer, Sicilian Widow. Maybe Sicilian Widow Goes to Confession, especially with that mesh peekaboo business. YMMV

Someone the size of PK will not blow a .81 on the breathalyzer after one glass of wine. Unless it’s a really, really BIG glass of wine. Like one of those that can hold a full bottle of wine.

Can we talk about Julie’s dress? Please. That fringe, top and bottom. That purple. She looked like one of those dolls who have on grass skirts that you see on a car’s dashboard. I have expected her do do a shimmy.

Rinna’s mother dies, but Dorit insists on making Lois’ death about HER. Sorry, Dorit. Your 15 minutes about your fake trauma is, like, you know, over. Lisa has lost her mother, her last remaining parent, for realz. And you, Dorit, are still dining out on the alleged ‘robbery’. Please stop. This isn’t The Dorit Show.

My thoughts? [But then, again, I’m that kinda person]. I go all the way back to that scene in Seinfeld when Elaine tells Jerry she faked her orgasms with him when they were having sex. ”Fake.” “Fake.” “Fake.” Everything about this so-called robbery screams fake/insurance fraud. It’s total garbage that she didn’t set the alarm because of her kids or whatever. Alarms have ‘Home’ and ‘Away’ settings. I call shenanigans. Dorito is looking to win an acting Emmy.

To be completely fair to Kyle, She had a legit burglary not long after they moved onto their current house. No one was home and she lost things that were her mother’s. I can see how this ‘robbery’ at Dorit’s would dredge up some very unpleasant memories for Kyle.

Anyone else think the whole thing was just a set up? No real robbery, just a bunch of theatrics. Grifters gotta grift, after all. Most of these big houses have interior cameras, as well as exterior cameras. I didn’t believe it when I first heard about it and I still don’t. But that’s just me.

Zippers! Once seen, cannot be unseen. For the first time, seeing the backs of some of the costumes, I noticed what appeared to be zippers. Discreet zippers, but zippers nonetheless. Took me out of the episode. Zippers were not used in clothing until 1925. I can understand why they would have used them in crafting the costumes for this show, but did they have to show them to us?

Nathan Lane! He never disappoints. Looking forward to seeing him as Mrs. Astor's guard dog. WRT to Turner. She had better hope that Russell never tells Bertha what she tried to do. Bertha Russell is as cold as ice (she got rid of Gladys' governess for a very minor infraction without so much as a faretheewell). But if she ever learns of Turner's night time incursion into Russell's bed, not only will she fire her, she will either have her killed or disfigured so badly that no one else would ever hire her for anything. I'm getting a whiff of Ethan Frome here. But without the love.

From the time the show started, an ashtray full of butt was ALL I could see. In fact, I still think that’s what it is. 😉

I’ve gone from simply disliking Melissa to actively despising her. Stay in your lane, Bish! People need to play their own game, not yours. Who does she think she is, The Rock? Smell this!

Dislike doesn’t begin to describe my feelings for her. She’s playing too hard too fast. Plus, she nasty.

I am firmly on the ‘Tracy is the most annoying’ bandwagon. This week’s show with her braying that the tenant absolutely trashed the Dancing With The Stars house was the final straw. OMG, I have to be a landscape designer! No, you don’t. The tenant planted something you don’t like; it’s a perfectly acceptable plant. OMG, they trashed the kitchen. No they didn’t. They painted the cabinets gray. Those stickers/decals, tho… Anyway, when someone says the house has been trashed, I envision ripped up floorboards, holes in walls, graffiti, busted water pipes. Not a couple of questionable decorating choices. Kinda like when Tracy claimed her new house needed a gut renovation; when, in reality, she didn’t like the floor in the kitchen. Spoiled little princess.

This summer and last, we’ve been plagued by a new (to us, anyway) species of mosquitos. They’re teeny, come out at dusk and bite our ankles. The bites itch like mad. But as far as larger flying things, we have bees, wasps and crane flies. But nothing like New York (where I’m from) You can drive around without having to scrape dead bugs out of your car’s grille.

Lauren/Lil Muffin's entourage is highly toxic. They clearly don't care about her, her sobriety or the work she's done to get there. All they seem to care about is sponging off her and doing drugs, either with her or using her money. They are truly awful people. She feels bad about herself and her reduced visibility, after a prolonged stay in rehab and they're just feeding on that so that they can get more $$$ from her. They don't care about her--not even a little bit.

Tracy Tutor is an objectively terrible person. She puts out this story that makes it sound as if she doesn't get that house in the flats for her low ball price, then she and her entitled brats (and her boy toy) will all be forced to live in her Mercedes SUV. Let's talk about how she sold her current home for $22 (or 23 or 24) million. And this new house costs 1/3 of that. Or how she keeps insisting the new house is a total gut job. It isn't. She doesn't like the floors and some of the fixtures in the bathrooms. That's not a gut job--it's cosmetics Or how her father is worth over $1 billion. Yes, she's 1 of 5, but I'm sure Daddy will make certain she will get something when he kicks. Hell, Daddy could write her a check for $200k right now and not miss it. It would be like me handing my kid $200. And I ain't no billionaire. Tracy is a Drama Queen who uses and takes advantage of her friends. She should be ashamed of herself. But, then again, she's incapable of feeling shame.

But Dorito has fake added something or other to her fake designing of fake bridal dresses. Oh, c'mon. She's fooling absolutely no one. Not even herself. Dorito is a designer of wedding gowns like I'm the Queen of Romania.

I turned to Mr. Rosebud (he's taken up watching with me, he's totally hooked) and said the exact same thing. About Kathy and the lampshade. Great minds and all that.

Tracy's (and her sister) father is Ron Tutor, who is the head of a massive construction company--Tutor-Saliba. They're do mostly buildings and heavy civil works construction--think freeways in SoCal. He's worth nearly $1billion. So they were raised with beaucoup bux. Tracy is one of five, but I'm sure she has benefited from Daddy's largesse along the way. Also, I live in LA and I love going to the desert. There's something different about the air there. Yes, it's broiling hot in the summers, but Palm Springs is becoming more of a year-round place.

I have to say, Suzanne Somers looked really not good. She’s somewhat older than I am and she looks 10 years older than me. And I’ve never had any work done. Not that I don’t want to, I just haven’t gotten around to it. I’m also not famous.

He started the Cookout (Did you see Tiffany’s face?). He decided who went out and when. He deserves the money because he put in the work. O rly? He worked from his bed? Such hard duty. So forking delusional.