Not that I endorse it at all, but so many gold-digging women have kids with guys 55-and-over these days—just look at Mick Jagger and the other RS guys, the late Hugh Heffner, and didn’t both the late Anthony Quinn and Tony Randall both become fathers when they were in their 80’s?! It’s disgustingly selfish to me to knowingly bring a child into the world with a father who likely will be sick/feeble and/or dead before the child even reaches his/her teen years or less.
I can’t imagine Ashley raising that kid in that cramped penthouse. It used to look like a cool, modern pad until this season, so I dunno what happened there. Either way, yeah, she’s decided to stand by her ass-groping old man/walking ATM no matter what, so I hope she and her user mama are content with that sad arrangement.
I can’t believe I watched nearly an hour of grownup people going back and forth over an alleged ass-grab. Much ado about nothing and I honestly couldn’t care less if he did or didn’t grope some camera dude’s junk. Seriously, Michael’s a freak who won’t admit he likes to sneak booty-attacks, whatever, can we please move on already?! But they can’t...because there’s literally nothing else to discuss. This season was beyond boring, and it took a supposed ass grab, a butter knife and bad-wigged cuckoo Katie to add random spice to an otherwise dreary season.
I like Gizelle and always have, but she literally had no real storyline this season. Ditto my fave girl Monique, unless you count her pregnancy. But I love how she regularly puts Gizelle in her rightful place. Robin continues to be a pathetic wannabe a’la OC’s Gina, and Candyass continues to be annoying. Karen just continues to be the lame old pompous windbag fronting her entire supposed “grand dame” lifestyle...seriously though, this cast and show feels beyond tired to me.