12:38pm, today. After worshipping at the gods of Sephora in Union Square, purchasing a lovely Smashbox palette from "Emily," Dish moseyed home and was dazzled to see controversial political pundit/journalist/blogger Andrew Sullivan crossing the street. Dish has seen Mr. Buff Scoop before at Dishgym and on Bill Maher. Never mind Sullivan's brain, people. He's in excellent physical shape though suffers from typical buff male affliction: chicken legs. I thought you should know.
Southern Charm has been on my mind. The male cast members are on separate downward spirals. With a steady supply of barbecue, cornbread, and collared green, I could easily advise them. Austin, unemployed and doesn't have a plan for his booze company (an excuse to drink, hello I'm starting a chocolate factory). Craig is whining and sewing pillows instead of using his law degree (I get it). The yelling married guy, separated. Shep, affable but an inert gas. And Thomas. Oh, Thomas. Where do I begin? DishfriendinCharleston knows a lot about Thomas. I have Ted Talks ready for his viewing.
By contrast, the women of Southern Charm are interesting, except for Naomi's jealousy, which is a character unto itself. Deep inside, Dish understands her psycho-ex behavior, but you need to tamp down the crazy until you develop a duodenal ulcer. It plays better on TV. In the meantime, I recommend Mylanta shots, no vegetables on an empty stomach, and Immodium.
Real Housewives of New York, you need to step up your game. Except for Bethenney and her work for Puerto Rico.
In the meantime, Let's all keep trucking.