House bought in December of 2010 by Sheree’s mama, This is August 2012
Another holiday season has passed with no Chateau Sheree open house Christmas party. Last night on WWHL, Andy asked Miss Lawrence if Sheree was living in her Chateau and he hemmed and hawed and said he thinks she might be he’s not sure. Um, I’m sure.
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I already recapped the first ten minutes of this episode here. The predominant theme was, “who hasn’t fucked Chuck?” Oh and Mallory is back to stir up trouble for Peter and Cynthia as if they need more shit in their marriage. I’m taping seven hours worth of shows tonight. I am hoping to get through this recap, and the new Blood, Sweat & Heels, which sadly looks promising and then zoning out with JUAN CARLOS. I loves me some Juan Carlos. Don’t judge.
Kenya’s giant gold hoops look real from where I am sitting.
Okay, on with the new stuff. Porsha is shopping for dog crap she doesn’t need. Why do people feel the need to dress their dogs like they are actual children? Porsha is moving out from her mother’s house. Porsha gets her mama to pay the $43 for dog clothes, and for some reason places a couple folded benjamins on the counter as if to say, “See? I can afford this forty-three dollar dog dress.” Continue reading
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Andy Cohen is trying his hand at primetime tonight with a one-on-one interview with Nene Leakes under the umbrella of his Watch What Happens Live show. This will get great ratings and likely result in more Andy during primetime. Which could be a good thing if he has really good guests and let’s them talk about production.
One of the first things out of Nene’s mouth is, “Is this going to be girl talk?” Let me just stop here to say that there are all types of gay men. Almost every type is wonderful. Almost. But all of those types can be divided into two broad categories. Let’s call the first type the “Miss Lawrence” type. Lawrence refers to himself as Miss Lawrence and dabbles in cross-dressing, at least when it comes to footwear. The other type is the Anderson Cooper type, more masculine than feminine, educated, refined, successful. Andy is in the latter category. He wishes he was Anderson Cooper. He wants to be respected even when he is playing pin the boobies on the housewives with D list celebrities. You don’t refer to him as a girl. He was visibly offended by her remark (although she surely had no intention to do so) and it took him a minute to recover and resume the ass kissing opening dialogue he had prepared. Continue reading
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I am so excited! It is time for Sheree to make a fool of herself on national TV again! The first thing I noticed is that they put the accent in the right place on her name. Does this mean Sheree has finally learned how to spell her name? Was the Speak and Spell Andy Cohen gave her a factor in this vast intellectual growth?
In the car on the way to Chateau Sheree, Sheree says she did not have a marriage from day one. That as soon as the got home from their destination wedding in the Caymans, he spent the first night back somewhere else. Sheree is a really bad fake crier. I know, I’ve seen her try to force out tears in person. And now the hilarity begins. They pull into a driveway to visit Chateau Sheree. But Chateau Sheree doesn’t have a driveway. They have managed to get the neighbors right behind them to allow them to film in their driveway, outside where they will interview in winter sitting in little chairs. Because, Sheree can’t have Iyana seeing her apartment with the blow up mattresses especially on TV. Sheree seems to think this show is the bash Bob program. She is very defense and has “the face” already. That, why are you not agreeing with my bullshit face. Continue reading
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I know we talked about Iyanla being on WWHL and seemingly saying that Sheree just doesn’t get it. DUH! And pointing out that Chateau Sheree is a monument to her stupidity. (I paraphrase) But I am DYING to see Iyanla Fix My Life on Saturday. Here is something I have not mentioned on the blog. Bloggers and mainstream media entertainment writers and producers talk to each other behind the scenes a lot. So before Sheree even knew she was going to be on the show, I was contacted by the producer from OWN. I won’t get in to what we discussed, but I wonder how much that played in to the whole rampage of legal action Sheree went on toward me and other Atlanta bloggers. The only regret I have about this whole legal circus with Sheree is I sometimes feel like if it were not for me, the other bloggers would not be in her sites. Continue reading
Apologies for not introducing Funky Dineva, the darling in the post above. I must have been thinking no introduction is necessary! Check out the Funky Dineva blog here for hilarious blawgin’. Miss Dineva was also on Sheree’s whackdoodle list of people who are stalking her. Thankfully she was not sold out by a competitive blog so was never served.
Tonight’s poll question is, “Who is the shadiest of the RHOA?” Much ado about Kim and Nene hugging it out on the reunion. Stop the Presses! Andy says he likes the verbal arguments but he does not like the physical. No lightning strikes. But let’s see what Iyanla has to say about Sheree Whitfield. Continue reading