I definitely call shenanigans on this next part. Cynthia insists on eating a rat dog from one of those dirty water trucks. First of all, do people really ask for a New York hot dog when they get a hot dog in NY? Like is that a style of hot dog or was Cynthia taking the script super literally? And, since when do women work at these carts?!
Cynthia: I’d like one New York hot dog with New York mustard, New York ketchup and New York relish.
Nene: Am I the only seeing this? You know this is Kate from the editing department, right?
It’s time for the charity event! I am impressed; two events in two weeks and none of them had to be planned for half the season! Porsha has made this event for women only but her husband manages to sneak in because I think it’s also her birthday. He presents her with a Chanel bag at a charity event. Seriously. Who in their right mind does this type of thing? Ugh!! I can understand surprising her with a bouquet of flowers as the hostess of the event who is also celebrating a birthday but when your charity helps the homeless and hungry, presenting an ostentatious gift like that is just tacky. He also donated $200,000 to the charity. I hope he did well for himself and managed his NFL money well but it’s got to be easy to write checks like that when your wife is collecting and depositing it…right back into your own account (or using it as a write off).
Anyway, Kenya arrives at the event with one guest and has invited Miss Lawrence even though he is a man and therefore, not welcome. Porsha either didn’t catch that detail or was too wrapped up in her own mind to care so she just proceeded with the event. I’ve been to many charity events and although I’m sure this is edited heavily, she was a terrible hostess, speaker and presenter. First of all, she should have had notes on exactly what she wanted to say and the correct title of anyone she felt needed acknowledgment. I learned a long time ago that you address people properly or you do not address anyone at all in order to not offend them and/or look like an idiot. We all know that Kenya is two New York hot dogs short of a staged scene, but Porsha should have done a simple Google search and gotten Kenya’s title correct.
“We have Miss America – I’m sorry what was it? Mrs. Doubtfire? Huh? Miss Jane Pittman? Oh, Miss USA Ninety ninety something.”
Kenya: It was Miss USA, Corvette.
Woman in Back: *Sniff* They never let me sit at the adult table.
“Isn’t this how beauty queens wave? Haha!”
Kenya: Wow, I haven’t heard that joke in at least two hours.
Woman in Back: Seriously guys. I promise I won’t eat all the crab dip.
“ I’m not all fun and games though; I got this tattoo for justice.”
So, I think I like Kenya. I see her value. She’s crazy, unpredictable and knows how to read people too. She did walk in with a chip on her shoulder but Porsha may have oversold her event just a bit. Although I’m sure there were very respectable women there, a huge event in Atlanta gives the impression that a lot of instantly recognizable people will be there. I spent a Labor Day weekend in Atlanta and met a crap load of celebrities and athletes. Not seeing celebrities at an event in Atlanta is like seeing poor models on NY subways eating $2.00 hot dogs. Despite what Cynthia espouses, it doesn’t happen. Models don’t eat. They just kept telling her they did so Cynthia and her donkey booty would have to move to Atlanta.
I call shenanigans on this scene too because Kenya looks more put together for her interview/confessional segments than she did for this event. She had to know that it was going to be a little dry what with her lazy ponytail and feet trying to escape her shoes. Did y’all catch that? Anyway, Kenya goes outside because she is freezing and Porsha just keeps ignoring Kenya’s pleas for warmth. I mean, it’s probably due to her not having a heart to pump blood through her veins, but a gracious hostess could have made an effort to make her guest comfortable. While outside, Kenya calls Lawrence and says that she is leaving because the event is wack and Porsha said her title incorrectly. Lawrence tells her to wait because he is on his way.
“Lord, please forgive Kenya for what she is about to do. Amen and don’t let the lightning hit me.”
Kenya: I’m so glad you’re here Lawrence. She said that I-
Lawrence: First things first honey, who did your hair?
Lawrence plays his role that he perfected during the Sheree years which is to dutifully agree with whatever his lady friends say. Porsha pops out once to check on Kenya.
“I just came to let you know that that girl who’s been sitting behind you all night is eating your crab dip.”
After Porsha gets word from the producers, presumably, that Kenya is talking about her and the event outside, Porsha goes out again.
“Who cares what year you won Miss Tic Pizza? This is the 20th century. Show a little bra for goodness sake!”
“First of all I don’t eat crab dip! You would know that if you checked my wikipedia page. Secondly, this is how Miss USA waves. Bye, Toyota!”
Kenya lets Porsha know that she should have gotten her title right. Porsha throws out the “old” card and basically says that it was so long ago no one remembers. Then Porsha tells Kenya that she needs to leave although Kenya was already outside and on her way. In Porsha’s defense, I wouldn’t take kindly to someone bad mouthing my event but without this, there’s no show. Porsha thinks Kenya is classless, Kenya thinks Porsha constantly identifies herself as “the wife of…the granddaughter of…and I think Porsha resembles a tranny duck and should never wear her hair like that again.