
Last night on Real Housewives of Atlanta, there was one thing, and one thing only that I was truly excited about.
It wasn’t Kim’s apparent proposal from Big Poppa, or Kandi’s first live show in Atlanta in years, or Sheree going to New York City to see her She by Sheree samples. No, none of that was at all exciting compared to one wonderful thing that occurred in last night’s episode.
Defying all laws of gravity, physics and logic, Kim’s boob situation managed to stay inside of her teeny tiny red birthday dress, and I couldn’t have been more surprised and elated that that was the case. As my friend John said, her boobs are like Lindsay Lohan – all over the place and out of control. But she danced like a white woman, she shimmied, she lifted her arms above her head (and that was when I got truly scared), and yet that dress hung on for dear life, and it stayed the course. And I can live another day of my life without seeing Kim’s nipples, and it is good.
But that other stuff that I mentioned that wasn’t exciting (and some of it just perplexing)? Yeah, that stuff happened too.
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