Mother Persnickety had a raging eating disorder. She would subsist on coffee and cigarettes unless we had company over for a meal. Then she would get a huge plate of food, topped off by eating a half gallon of ice cream directly from the carton all whilst giggling about how she could eat literally anything she wanted and never gain an ounce. What the dinner guests didn't know was that she starved herself for days/weeks on ends so she could actually eat at that one meal and not worry about "getting fat."
Took me well into my teenage years to figure out she had an eating disorder and why. She had a massively competitive relationship with her older sister who could do just about anything...but was about 25 lb overweight. Weight was the only area where Mother Persnickety could feel she was "better" than her sister. Really sad and pathetic...however, my point was proven when after her sister passed away, Mother Persnickety began eating a regular diet and actually enjoying food. Crazy? Yep, but my whole family is one can short of six pack. Ugh.
I think Rinna's kids have always been utter assholes, ever since their trip to Oregon where they ridiculed the locals. They strike me as just being self-absorbed vapid twits who can't see beyond their "Hollywood lifestyle" bubble. I think the little assholes should go spend a few days feeding the homeless, reading to elders at senior centers, and taking toys to kids at a children's hospital. Maybe (but that's a HUGE maybe) they'd be more empathetic to others and appreciate what they have.
Oh, who am I kidding? They're both assholes, just one is an asshole who happens to also have an eating disorder.