After finishing up her next hit single, Chic, C’est la Vie, LuAnn invited all her fellow castmates to join her in shooting a video in Atlantic City. To her amazement, not all the ladies jumped at the opportunity.
Ramona was first to raise objections to appearing in the video, claiming she didn’t feel it would be a good example for Avery. First receptive to the idea of appearing, Sonja chose not to participate after listening to Ramona’s anti-video spiel while the two barely broke a sweat on the treadmills at Equinox.
Alex articulated her reasons for not participating in the video to Simon & company over a backyard Brooklyn wienie roast. After pretentiously describing her oil-rich Kansas upbringing, she declared that her family’s social preeminence prevented her from even mentioning the word “class” let alone appearing in a video purporting to embody the four letter word. The McCords are Kansas society dontcha know?
Since these bitches will film anything, Sonja joined Jill at the Path Medical Center. BTW, what the fuck is on Jill’s head? When the topic of the video shoot at the Borgata came up, Sonja fed Jill a bunch of unconvincing good-mommy bullshit which Jill immediately saw through. Jill tried her best to convince, cajole, and bully Sonja into hitting up Atlantic City, but Ramona’s influence over Sonja won out in the end. Ultimately, Sonja refused to cave to Jill’s pressure.
In one of the most awkward and tense lunches of the season, Ramona and LuAnn met at Madison & Vine to discuss Ramona’s non-participation in the video. Rather than politely decline the cameo, Ramona insinuated she was a better role model and parent than LuAnn. Without acknowledging the lingering questions surrounding her own relationship, Ramona continued to dig at LuAnn’s parenting style. Once she brought up the Count’s philandering, LuAnn was understandably out the door. Glass houses Ramona, glass houses.
In an effort to mend fences, Sonja invited Cindy over for toaster-oven egg brunch. The meal took place mid-week so Cindy brought along her assistant and took a conference call just as the food emerged. It was super rude of Cindy to take the call and shush Sonja in her own home. If you are too busy for brunch, don’t come. Furthermore, I’m sure a conversation about pubic hair removal can wait until after the mid-day meal.
Once in Atlantic City, Jill was the only Housewife that showed up for the first day of filming the Chic video. Bensimon showed briefly for a few shots on day two. Unflattering makeup, unexciting clothes, bad hair, cheesy location, and a moronic song pretty much guaranteed the whole thing would be a hot mess. And it was.
To ensure they too got some air time this week, Ramona, Avery, Alex, and Sonja went to a hip-hop lesson, which was easily the most embarrassing five minutes of the season for everyone involved. 
Alex and Simon hosted an art thing in Brooklyn, and since Ramona and Sonja didn’t go to Atlantic City to shoot the video they deigned to cross the bridge. The Manhattanites took turns dissing the borough and acted like they’d been forced to endure a trek to a developing nation. Sonja accidentally flashed a little nip upon arrival, and the excitement level pretty much plummeted from there.
Next week the finale puts this sleepy season to bed for good. Can the show be salvaged with this group of ladies or will Bravo toss the whole lot and recast for next year?
With Taylor gone, I feared The Rachel Zoe Project had lost its teeth. With the addition of A-listers like Kate Hudson and Anne Hathaway however, RZP fulfilled the behind-the-scene celebrity styling promise that in seasons past it had failed to keep.


Mad Men somehow managed to improve upon perfection. Season four was the best so far for the impeccably written, acted, and styled period drama. The finale left a huge gaping hole in Sundays.
We’re seven episodes into a meandering kidnapping plot on Sons of Anarchy and it pales in comparison to last season’s tightly constructed story anchored by a brilliant Katey Sagal. Get it together boys. Though we all appreciated the stunt casting of Stephen King, you only have a few episodes left to salvage this season. 
Admit it, this once-brilliant show has been circling the drain for awhile. At this point, it is beyond salvation. Once the Botwin’s left the construct of suburbia, the show’s concept fell apart. Where is Elizabeth Perkins? Romany Malco? This show deserves double demerits for dropping some of its best cast — without explanation — along the way. 
Schwartz and Savage are the poster children for squandered opportunity. First with the O.C., and now with Gossip Girl, the overrated duo begin with a great concept and then proceed to completely mismanage its potential. The first season of Gossip Girl sizzled; since then, it has gone from lukewarm to completely irrelevant. At this point, Degrassi has more edge.





