Jeremy says fuck it and storms out of the Palm's Hotel, much to the Maloof's Assistant's delight. Lata, sucka. As he feels the walls down the hallway so he can find his way out, a song blares. The lyrics are "You Can't Do That to Me!" and they repeat over and over again. It's presumably for him, but then we see Slo up in her room folding clothes with a content little smile on her face. HA. I am actually really liking this girl today. And I also wanna check the credits to see if that's her singing the song because it's good. What the hell is happening to me? I'm being brainwashed. This show needs to end NOW.
That was fun. See ya soon I hope, hon! Don't stop dreaming! And watch the step!
McVana is still not home. She's getting her nails done and talking about how hectic her life is. The manicurist asks about Ali's album and Dina answers that it's still in the demo stages and they don't know when it will be re...Lindsay has a third album coming out in July, though! Way to not even be able to finish one sentence about Slo, McVana! Who do you think is paying for those nails to get plastered on? The manicurist giggles shakes her head. What a busy busy woman! The editors insert this shot, and it makes me fall in love with them even more.
After her busy hectic horrific day of yoga, a manicure, and a cocktail party, McVana finally gets back to the studio, where Slo informs her that she won't be performing Jeremy's lame ass song. Dina says I told you so and then reminds Slo of all the money and studio time she wasted. Never mind the doctor visit and the birth control pills she won't even need now. Instead of slapping her kid, calling her a spoiled brat and telling her to stop thinking with her vagina, Dina smiles her best martyr smile and shrugs. "I'll clean up the mess!"
She tells us that she didn't want to be a stage mom, and she's doing the best she can. Yeah, it's tough when your kids crawl all the way to the commercial auditions when they're fresh out of the womb. Kids do the darndest things. We end the episode with Dina telling us she's taking matters into her own hands while Slo sits at the piano and tries to remember how chopsticks goes. And now, if you'll forgive me, I'm going to take a scalding shower and go drink my face off. LOVE.
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Dearest Flipit:
Every night I get down on my knees and unzip some stranger's pants and wrap my li- oh, wait, I mean, I get down on my knees and give thanks to the All-Star Deity Team of Buddha, Vishnu, Jesus, Allah and Mother Madonna that I don't have to sit down and watch this horrible program because you selflessly do it for us. My TV would be so dented and cracked from all the random objects I would be throwing at it if I had to watch even 7 minutes of the Lohan Clan In Action Land, but you're like the Candyman, cuz you mix it up with love and make the show taste good... and even though iJeremy is a total iDouche and shares my first iName, I think you nailed him (and his pseudo-Stevie Wonder ways) to the wall! Much love and kissy-smooches to you for that, you're making 99.99999958823% of the population feel better about their own lives.
love always,
xoxox
J-Mo :)
1 of 3 | Posted by J-Mo | Posted on July 15, 2008 8:40 AM
OMG! Poor Flippy . . . . I'm so so so sorry you had to endure that, it was painful in it's awesomely recapped edition, so I can just imagine how the real thing went.
I hear a giant sucking sound, and it's Slo's career being consumed by beelzebub! Hopefully this isn't too damned, being so close to J-mo's All-Star Deity Team, I guess it might come out even.
So, you've officially earned your drink back, you sooo deserve ten after this!!!!
Well, at least BB is back, YAY!
2 of 3 | Posted by juddfan | Posted on July 15, 2008 11:58 AM
Slo's career? This is a career?
Well, in that case, we can look forward to seeing her on I Love Money Season 3.
Thanks for taking the bullet, Flipit. No way I could watch this show.
3 of 3 | Posted by itchy | Posted on July 16, 2008 4:21 AM