Andy Cohen, you evil genius. The Real Housewives series has captivated many viewers not for the wholesome family values they think they’re teaching America (Manzo’s aside), but for how bat sh*t crazy these females and their respective husbands are. Obviously every episode is a journey to the psych ward (why else would we watch?), but here are 10 of their craziest shining moments… Read More »

Survivor has done it. Top Chef has done it. And now it’s time for us to do it. Well, sort of.

Actually it’s more a suggestion, one we’re offering up to the Bravo powers that be because frankly, we don’t think they have the creativity necessary to come up with such a brilliant idea. Enough with the Real Housewives of New York. The Real Housewives of Atlanta. The Real Housewives of Miami. (Making its way to a TV near you very soon.) Forget cities. Think personalities.

Imagine if the women were forced to interact with Real Housewives from another show? Teresa and Lisa cooking together?  Maybe Catherine helping Vicki check things off of her her bucket list? Think about these women. Think about the chaos they could cause together.

Think about all of that fake blonde hair and tan skin in one room.

The possibilities are endless here, and that’s why we’re proposing The Ultimate Real Housewives House. Only for the biggest and the best of the Real Housewives franchise. For the ones you love, the ones you hate and the ones you love to hate. Only one per city, so…who makes the cut? Read More »

Here at CollegeCandy, we’re suckers for a good trashy reality show. Which is why I’ve decided to highlight my favorite trashy reality franchise: The Real Housewives. It’s the The Hills in 30+ years, chock full of cougars, bubbies, designer clothes and countless bottles of Pinot Grigio. What’s not to love? Well, besides annoying-ass Vicki Gundelson…

Since I just spent 8 hours on a beautiful Sunday mesmerized by these “ladies” (the jury is still out on Kelly’s gender at birth), I’ve decided to count down the top ten best moments in Housewives history. Which, mind you, was incredibly difficult to narrow down. (Sorry there’s not enough Atlanta loving in the mix; I’m not up to date on that series.)

Did I miss one? Let me know your favorite Housewives moment in the comments. But for now, kick back, relax and relive the moments. Read More »

Don't be tardy for the party. And Pay me $10,000 to be there.

Lately I’ve been trying to come up with some get-rich-quick schemes in order to keep me off the streets and support my addictions – shopping and sushi. Short of throwing myself in front of a moving vehicle, I’ve really been struggling to find an easy way to make a ton of cash. But apparently, in this day an age, all a girl has to do is invest in some hair extensions and an upgrade in boob size in order to make her millions.

No, I’m not referring to prostitution. Unless that’s what you consider the girls on the VH1 series “Rock of Love Bus” who make $1,500 per personal appearance.  So I guess my new life plan should be: take part in a ridiculous reality series, make my way onto the D-list next to Kathy Griffin and then rake in the cash by going to fabulous parties and charging for it.

I just want to know one thing, who in their right mind would pay Johanna Botta from The Real World Austin $1,000 to hang out with them? She may be a former Miss Peru, but you’re in America now, Joanna. That’s not how we roll.

And another thing; disregarding what she makes per episode on the Real Housewives of Atlanta, did you know that gold digging, man stealing, “Tardy for the Party” singing Kim Zolciak charges $8,000-$10,000 per personal appearance? (Editor’s Note: I’d pay that much NOT to be in a room with that mess. Unless she’d perform live. Then I’d pay that fo sho.) Well of course these women are going to be rich and fabulous wherever they go; Bravo pays them thousands of dollars just to show up! Kim needs another skin-tight, boobie-poppin’ dress to match her new wig? No problem, just show up at some random party and demand payment. Read More »

It’s been one hell of a week. Literally.

The mixture of heat and humidity outside is paralleled only in Satan’s world, and the frizz ball that is my head makes me think someone upstairs is very, very upset with me.  But, besides all that, I guess the week wasn’t too bad as we wrapped up July, CollegeCandy style.

Our party on Wednesday was nothing short of amazing, except that whole “waking up and going to work the next morning” thing.  (If you missed it, you can get jealous and pretend you were there by checkin out some hot pics here!)

We got some great shopping tips, like how to dress yourself thin (without the Spanx!) and how to get cute stuff without spending too much money. And, most important, how to shop for sex toys. Between a new wardrobe, the smoking hot fall makeup trends, and adding that 6 minute workout into your day (while listening to the awesome playlist, of course) you’ll be making a kick-ass impression and be sure to have all the frat boys drooling come Welcome Week.

TV always manages to surprise us and this week was no exception. Behind the scenes with Paris Hilton? A dating show for “real” people? The premier of The Real Housewives of Atlanta? It was like one big train wreck and I couldn’t stop watching. Those people made me feel a whole lot better about myself, even if I have a few…er…interesting secrets. (I may or may not be typing this very post from my bathroom….)

But it’s all over now and I’m resting comfortably on this (hot as balls) Friday afternoon.

Have a great weekend, ladies. Just be sure to pull up your pants, pull down your shirt, and wear a freakin bra!  Oh, and don’t be a third wheel, Not cool.

OMG, we can’t wait for some more NeNe dramz.

The worst swimsuits of the summer.

Yay! Michael Cera is single.

We’re in love with chunky chain necklaces. LOVE.

Lady Gaga shows her nip nips.

Is Cornell the real-world Hogwarts?

Life isn’t black and white. As much as we wish we simply loved or hated things, there is often that whole annoying gray area in the middle. Like how we love the idea of a monokini, but we just don’t know if we can pull it off. Or how we love making money babysitting, but hate giving up a Saturday night. Damn you, gray area; you make decision-making that much more complicated!]

Anyone who knows me knows not to call on Tuesday nights. Not only is it Biggest Loser night, but it also happens to be the best night of my week because of one thing only: The Real Housewives. I don’t care if they are from Orange County, Hot-lanta or New York, I can’t get enough of these women.

Yet now that The Real Housewives of New Jersey are on the (polluted) horizon, I’m starting to feel a little confused inside about my love for couture catfights and $16,000 handbags.

Yes, ladies, I’m torn. It’s time to break it all down. Read More »