Is there a woman out there who hasn’t once emphatically believed that a once promising relationship plummeted headfirst into the mucky black abyss due to the size of her thighs? (If someone somewhere is now staring at her computer screen in puzzlement while caressing her perfectly sized thighs, I hope she knows that it’s her terrible breath that always ruins things for her.) The truth – usually, unless you’re dating a complete douchebag – is that a couple of pounds are probably not the reason things died a horrible, screaming death in the love department. Something else went wrong between two people and it takes a very special kind of human being to attribute the totality of the misery only to a growing tummy and then meet on camera with a holistic trainer in the hopes of reviving a relationship that looks more like road kill than the dead possum I saw on the side of a highway last Tuesday.
I think Shannon is a very thin woman, but she raised her tank top on this episode of The Real Housewives of Orange County and things got, well, real. She has put on fifteen pounds and she wants to melt that weight off so that she and her husband (whenever he’s not onscreen, I always just assume he is calf-deep in a ditch somewhere, digging a tunnel to freedom) can rebound and reclaim a love I’m not so convinced they ever had. Remember how on The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills – before Russell killed himself – Taylor once told Kyle that their greatest areas of marital compatibility were that they both loved vanilla ice cream and Mexico? Listening to Shannon discuss the potential for a blissful life with David feels a little bit like that. It’s all very sad really, and I continue to be dumbfounded as to why she has agreed to participate in a show that illustrates her declining sanity and plummeting self-worth in extreme close-up. Just like wondering about whether or not that mermaid-shaped statue allegedly photographed on Mars is real, Shannon consenting to be on this show – and giving the consent of her children to appear as well – keeps me up nights.
The positive thing here is that, no matter how much it blows while you’re doing it, exercise could serve to give Shannon some much-needed calm and if it doesn’t work, she is wealthy enough that she could just hire someone to stand in her kitchen and squeeze the sh*t of the chi center in her hand because, when the holistic guy did it to her, she responded that the action made her feel different and different seems to be the best direction Shannon in which could possibly move. (Fun fact: squeezing that fleshy part of the hand between the thumb and the pointer finger does bring about some relief from stress. Have at it! Enjoy! And send me Hostess products as payment. My thighs will hate me for it later, but we’re not talking anyway these days so they can suck it.)
Over at CUT, the fitness studio I’m certain would be most likely to test positive for legionnaire’s disease, a video is being made. Quickie Workouts is the title and the adorable hook of this collection of videos is that they are all marketed with names that have a double entendre, though Tamra, now the self-proclaimed hottest grandmother in Orange County, has suddenly turned pretend-bashful. What’s pretend-bashful, you ask? Oh, it’s just a way of demurring after she once all but had sex in a tub onscreen (which I’ll give her credit for because that sh*t is harder to execute than it looks), had her son hit on a drunk Housewife because she decided she hated her, and then found the Lord. Unfortunately, Tamra and Eddie are having some issues working together and it might be because he’s a d*ck. Watching them bicker while doing squats has me pondering where their eventual divorce party will be held and if that plastic practice baby they almost decapitated last season will attend. Maybe they can serve chips and dip out of its head.
I’m guessing that the psychic medium Vicki has hired to make contact with her mother won’t want to come to any party with Tamra. It’s just as the medium has made Vicki and her brother believe that he is communicating for real with their mother by mentioning the dental work she had done right before she died and a tattoo of a family member that Tamra asks him for some clarification in the name of authenticity.
“What’s the tattoo of?” inquires Tamra.
“Great question, Tamra!” exclaims the medium as he reminds himself to make a special note to tell all of the spirits in all of the land to go haunt Tamra’s home immediately.
She might not end up with custody of those ghosts either.
I’m mildly confused by the fact that Vicki’s brother is sitting on a sofa beside Brooks and that Vicki’s mother makes sure to let her know from the beyond that she approves of Brooks because wasn’t Brooks not permitted to be at the funeral because of everybody’s unrelenting hatred for him? Is it still only Vicki’s daughter – and pretty much everybody I know who watches this show – with such a loathing for the guy? Will that point be resolved or will it all go unanswered like the tattoo thing was?
Yes, the medium had no idea what the tattoo of the relative was and he blames Tamra’s incessant yammering for interrupting his communication with the dead and she’s the reason that nobody sitting on a couch right now watching Bravo will ever know if the nephew in question has some Chinese symbols or Foghorn Leghorn on his bicep. But one thing the medium does know is that Billy needs to get a colon cleanse. This suggestion does not come as any sort of shock to me because we’re in Vicki’s house so there needs to be some reference to a literal assh*le or something in its vicinity. But Shannon? Shannon is incensed. She doesn’t want to hear about Billy and his bowels – which is a sick band name by the way – but just in case he’s got some blockage, she knows some people who can help him and I’m betting that not one of them went to an actual medical school.
Over at Meghan’s house, she asks Hayley how her weekend was with her mom and then they discuss school. Hayley is home schooled and Meghan says that the reason for it is so she can take her mother to doctor appointments. Now, as someone who teaches kids Hayley’s age and knows far too many students who have terminally sick parents, I can tell you that this is an odd situation and the only way it might make sense is if the family was dirt poor and nobody else could possibly get that person to a doctor. As Meghan’s family was recently discussing buying a home in the ten million dollar range, methinks there’s another reason for the home schooling, though I’m not really willing to speculate about what’s not being said about what might be going on in the life of a teenager. Still, I will comment on what is being broadcast and it turns out that Hayley is not keeping up with her work so Meghan’s got to deal with it (hashtag thiswomanshusbandreallyseemslikehesucks) and “dealing with it” means forking over an allowance of a hundred dollars and making sure Hayley knows that she must go to school one day a week and put her salad plate in the dishwasher or she will be punished by being given another hundred dollars. (Hashtag chumps.)
In a sweet moment of parenting and teaching fiscal responsibility, Meghan tries to convince Hayley to save her money, which shouldn’t be all that difficult to do because her father pays for her gas already. The result of saving money? She’ll be able to buy something on her own! How many of you out there think Hayley’s greatest dream is to spend her own money instead of somebody else’s money? I’m sorry that my question didn’t give anyone a nice little bicep workout.
At a dark restaurant near the beach, Shannon and David go to dinner at one of the places Shannon marked with a chalk X earlier in the week to indicate that David never once took “his affair” there. (I like the term “his affair” so much that I’m vowing to use it once a day in a sentence and I hope those words are what’s tattooed on Vicki’s nephew.) Shannon orders some vodka because she’s currently running only on Grey Goose fumes and they’re there to celebrate Valentine’s Day, which Shannon tells us is a holiday that causes her to feel conflicting emotions, though I’d venture to guess that the following days also make her feel like a mess inside: Christmas, Halloween, Easter, Arbor Day, and Thursday. David hasn’t always made a Valentine’s Day effort –we find out he didn’t even give her a gift last year – and Shannon tells him that she hates that she has memories of his affair and that she currently thinks about that affair forty to fifty times a day, which is a vast improvement for her, and I’m actually terrified for these people because when she says that she has his love today, I just cannot be all that optimistic about tomorrow.
The next day, Heather and Tamra meet near the beach to climb steps and then sit near the water so they can talk about meaningful personal things because that’s their job. Tamra shares that Eddie has become more interested in the business than in her and Heather explains that she doesn’t see Terry that often either but she makes sure that she schedules time for them to be together. My guess is that even if Heather’s relationship was hobbling on a wooden leg that Terry could stick a calf implant into in five seconds flat, she wouldn’t completely share what is going on in her household and I weirdly appreciate a reality star who shows some restraint, if only because it will yield shorter therapy sessions for her children in the coming years.
Firstly, I love the snarky flow of your prose. Tres fun, at least. I’m always surprised at the lack of Comments, considering how much you put out there, but having just gone through the process registering, I think I understand…
Secondly, SHANNON! SHANNON! SHANNON! SHANNON! SHANNON, oh freaking my. Having lived, or worked, in Laguna since 1982 I can tell you that she both emblamizes the worst of South OC, and that there aren’t many of her – thankfully.
As a man, I’ve said for years that the worst woman to marry comes from OC. Primarily due to their ridiculous expectations, having grown up in such splendor. I’m not sure where Shannon from, but she would define that nightmare, on steroids.
Hey, how about a favor? I wonder if you could go back and microsopically analyze, in your own inimitable style, Shannon and David’s dinner at Mares? Hell, a short story – or a degree in chemistry – might be necessary to fully describe the moveable feast of simply her drink order.
For what it’s worth, I was personally mesmerized at her lip quiver as she awaited David placing an appetizer order during date. I think I turned to salt for a moment.
And, who the heck has a pre Valentines date?
Ps can you imagine how much David’s colleagues at work either give him crap, or are forced to hold said crap in, due to how pathetic he looks in his marriage? He looks so hammered all the time I’m guessing she holistically drugs his OJ.
Diamonds in her teeth and rocks in her head.