Posted by Ilana Angel
I was hooked on Jersey Shore from the moment I saw it. It’s wildly entertaining, while being freakishly disturbing. Like so many reality television junkies, I am hooked. Last season, I thought it was cool that an episode would feature Pauly D dating an Israeli girl. It was cool until we met the girl, Danielle.
Danielle was quickly depicted as a little off, and labeled a stalker almost from the moment she appeared. I wrote a blog about it, and I called it, like I saw it, which was quite brutal. She was a stalker, totally crazy, and in one show, undid all the good that Bar Refaeli did to promote how fabulous Israeli chicks are.
You can imagine my surprise when I got a call from The Jewish Journal, to let me know that Israeli Stalker Danielle’s mom, Miriam, was looking for me. She read my blog, and got in touch with the paper. She wanted to have a word with me. Oy Vey. Why would she possibly want to get in touch with me, other than to yell? And why did she wait four months to call?
I called Miriam, and she told me her daughter had been dragged though the mud, and she wanted to set the record straight. She was a mother, protecting her child, yet made no mention of my blog, or the fact that I had done a little bit of the dragging. All she was concerned about, was clearing her daughter’s name. She’s on a mission to help her little girl, as any good mother would be.
Miriam told me MTV had ruined her daughter’s life, and she was hoping to get an attorney, so she could sue them for defamation of character. She says the way they edited her daughter’s participation in Jersey Shore, was not only inaccurate, but had thrown Danielle’s life into a tailspin. Danielle had gone back to Israel, and would not return to New Jersey.
Apparently, when Pauly D met Danielle, his pick up line to her was, “We are going to have the same last name one day.” After watching Pauly D on the first season of Jersey Shore, you almost have to believe her, because nobody would honestly believe they could get away with such a cheesy, ridiculous line, other than one of the boys from the shore.
There was a lot of talk about the t-shirt that Danielle gave Pauly D that said “I Heart Jewish Girls”, and that her giving it to him, made her a stalker. What we did not see, was that the day before, Pauly D gave Danielle a bracelet that said “I Heart Italian Guys”. Her t-shirt gift on it’s own may be creepy, but throw the bracelet in, and it becomes cute and funny.
Pauly D was all over Danielle for weeks. He was trying really hard to hook up with her, and when she made it clear she was not going to sleep with him, he got annoyed, and labeled her a stalker. I’m thinking he felt he could get people to forget that we saw him crash and burn with the Israeli chick, by making it look like she was a stalker. Nice try Pauly. You tried to bang the entire Jersey Shore, and when someone said no, you were a putz.
MTV made it look like they met, and she immediately started stalking him. According to Miriam, they met in a club, and went out quite a few times. Pauly D was actively pursuing her. He was coming by the store where she worked, calling her, and putting on his “Guido” charm. He even met Miriam, and charmed her too. It was a prolonged period of time, not a couple days.
To hear Miriam talk about it is quite heartbreaking. She is a mother, who sees her daughter’s pain, and wants to fix it. Danielle is young, and rather naïve. Her mother says she was swept away by Pauly D. He paid attention to her, and made her feel like she was “the one”. That is a hard thing to walk away from. I’ve certainly met a charming guy, and got so caught up in the hope, that no matter how much I knew he was lying, I wanted to believe.
I feel bad for Miriam. As a mother, I can hear in her voice how sad she is that someone has hurt her child. Danielle was so devastated by the show, and how it portrayed her, that she left New Jersey and went back to Israel, with no plans to return. The difficult thing for her now, is that the first season of Jersey Shore is going to air in Israel this summer, and the nightmare will follow her there.
As a Jew, and a mother, I felt an obligation to help Miriam. She wants her daughter to return to New Jersey, and honestly feels one accurate article, particularly in a Jewish publication, would help. She wanted me to put it out there, that she needs an attorney, who will be brave enough to take on MTV, and help her repair Danielle’s reputation. The thing is, I don’t think Danielle cares all that much.
When you talk to Miriam, you believe her. Once I spoke to Danielle however, I felt bad for her mom, because Danielle does not seem that concerned. Danielle is an interesting girl, and by interesting, I mean a little off. After calling her 10 times, I managed to speak with her a total of 4 times, and she blew me off each time, with lame reasons for not being able to talk.
The first time I reached her, she told me she was expecting my call, as her mother told her I was going to write an article to “set the record straight”. I explained to her that I had written about her being a stalker, and if she wanted to clarify, I would happily write another article, explaining her side of the story. She was not that interested.
She told me she was getting off of work, and could I call her in 20 minutes, when she was off the bus and back home. I called her 25 minutes later, and she told me she was too tired to talk, and could I call her the next day. I called the next day and she did not answer. I called her six times. That’s when I started to get calls from Miriam, asking me why I had not spoken to Danielle. I assured Miriam I had called, and she asked me to please keep trying.
I spoke with Danielle a few days later, and told her how much her mother loved her, and was worried about her, and if I could help, I would. She told me she was working, and could not talk. I asked her when would be a good time, and when I called back at the time she suggested, she did not answer. I called Miriam to tell her I had tried, but thought perhaps Danielle was not into talking. She asked me to try again.
I called and explained to Danielle that if she wanted to set the record straight, she needed to talk to me, because unless I heard it all from her, it was just the ranting of a mother who’s baby was hurt. She told me she had a lot to say, people needed to hear the truth, and she wanted to talk to me. I asked her when we could talk, and she would not commit. I called her a few more times, but we never actually spoke about her appearance on Jersey Shore.
To Miriam, I tried. I spoke with Miriam for hours, and I believe what she told me was true. I think MTV edited Danielle to look like a crazy, obsessed stalker. I think Danielle is traumatized by the whole thing, but perhaps likes the notoriety. If she ever wants to talk about it, she can call me, and I will happily write what she has to say. If any lawyers are reading this, and feel like taking on the machine that is Jersey Shore, let me know and I will get you in touch with Miriam.
At the end of the day, it’s not that big a deal. It’s just a silly “reality” television show, and we don’t really put any weight into what Pauly D, or any of the cast says. That said, the life of a sweet girl, has been forever altered, for ratings. A mother is trying to protect her child, and a child is torn between talking, and enjoying the spotlight of notoriety. It’s all rather sad really.
I’m looking forward to the next season of Jersey Shore. There is something very entertaining about watching a group of idiots, act idiotic. To Miriam, you are lovely. I hope Danielle will come back to New Jersey, and things will settle down. As for her wanting to set the record straight, I’m here. She can call me anytime she is ready, and I will give her a platform to speak.
MTV manipulated us. Shocking. They edited a show to make the Israeli girl, look crazy. To Danielle, the good news is that they spent the other 8 episodes, showing us that Pauly D was a pig. A sleazy, disgusting pig, who trolls around the boardwalk on the Jersey Shore. looking for notches on his belt. In the end, you came out the winner. To all the girls he comes in contact with during season two, run away, and keep the faith.
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May 19, 2010 | 12:00 am
Posted by Ilana Angel
Rachel Uchitel, slept with Tiger Woods. He dug her, and she was his number one gal. Not sure what that means exactly, but she would have us think it meant that they were in love. Did he like her because she was discreet? Did he spend so much time with her because she could keep a secret? Did he dig her because she was Jewish? No. He dug her because he was cheating on his wife, and she was a whore.
When Jews do great things, no one cares. But when a Jew does something bad, it’s because they’re a Jew. Who cares that she is Jewish? Why does that need to even matter? Does Ms. Uchitel think we will look beyond her claim to fame, and think she is just a nice Jewish girl, who made some bad choices? Is her being Jewish supposed to make me go easy on her? If it walks like a tramp, and talks like a tramp, it’s a tramp. In this case, it just happens to be a Jewish tramp.
Rachel Uchitel has decided to pose for Playboy, for a big fat paycheck. Apparently she can back out of it if she wants to, without any lawsuits from Playboy. How sweet of Playboy to be so kind. I get that we live in a time where people cheat, and celebrities are targets. I get that things happen, and it’s Tiger’s fault for cheating. What I also get, is that it’s disgusting, that she is now making money for her part in the Tiger Woods fiasco.
To be clear, I happen to like Playboy. I think they take beautiful pictures, and some women who I admire and respect, have posed for them. My issue is that this woman is posing, and getting paid, for no other reason than she sleeps with famous, married men. Playboy is classy, and Rachel Uchitel is not. If she belongs naked anywhere, perhaps she should head over to Hustler. Seems like a better fit to me. She could do a nice double shoot with some of Jesse Jame’s gal pals.
It drives me crazy that this chick is “famous”, just because she sleeps with men, who happen to be famous, and married. In my opinion, she is disgusting. She is a professional celebrity banger, who was hoping to steal a husband, from his wife. To all the celebrity men who have slept with her, get ready, because it’s coming out, and she will try to make a buck off of it. She was reportedly paid $10 million to not talk about Tiger. That, my friends, is a whore. She is not posing for Playboy because she needs the money, but because she needs the attention.
Tiger’s $10 million was well spent. I bet David Boreanaz is wishing he gave her a check too. In her text messages to Boreanaz, another married celebrity she tried to steal away from his wife, she wrote:
RU: “I need you here so we can be together.”
DB: “This is not a good time.”
RU: “I can’t do this anymore. Just go. Just (bleeping) go and be with her.”
DB: “Why do u act like such a (bleeping) child! She is my wife.”
RU: “Oh, please!! You’re such a liar. You’re never leaving. You’ve wasted my time and I’m once again alone. I can’t (bleeping) be alone anymore. I’ve been alone my entire life.”
Poor baby. I feel so sorry for her. Are we to believe, that out of all the men in the world, and with her looking like she does, the only men she could find, happen to be married? My heart bleeds for her. By bleeds for her, of course I mean, shut the hell up Rachel. Her disrespect for the men she latches onto, and the open hatred she has for their wives, is unnerving.
She is a disturbed woman, who is trying to find a husband by stealing him, rather than getting one of her own. As for any attempts that she is making to redeem herself, and ask for forgiveness, posing for Playboy, shoots all that to hell. Families were broken, and now she will make money off of the tears of other women. That’s not very Jewish if you ask me.
I don’t care that Tiger Woods cheated on his wife. It’s none of my business if he slept with every woman on the eastern seaboard. It will not affect my life if he repairs his marriage, or it ends in divorce. All he is to me, is blogging gold. As for Rachel Uchitel, just because she slept with the king of golf, it does not make her matter, and whatever she did or did not do, had nothing to do with her being Jewish. Tiger may be a pig, but it’s better to be a pig, than a whore.
It’s lovely, that years from now, when Tiger’s kids grow up, and this mess has been all but forgotten, they will be able to go online, and not only learn all about what their father did, but see naked pictures of who he did. Charming. Rachel Uchitel has three weeks to change her mind about posing, and I hope she does. We don’t care, but those kids will one day. Do the menschy thing, and don’t pose for Playboy Rachel. Remember your faith, so you can keep the faith.
May 17, 2010 | 11:52 pm
Posted by Ilana Angel
This group of women is the most compelling, of all the housewives, from all the cities. I’m not sure why, but perhaps it’s because even with their wealth, they seem like they are the most like us. By us, I mean average women, trying to raise their kids, and give them a better life than they had themselves. They seem genuine and sincere. Well, as much as you can on a reality show I guess.
We start off this week with Jacqueline, talking to her young son CJ, while baby Nicholas plays on the floor. She is telling him she is sorry he heard her fight with Ashley, and that Ashley loves and misses him. It’s very sad. She is raising these two boys, in a life of privilege, with a strong male influence, and at the same time, she has lost control of her daughter Ashley.
She had Ashley when she was very young, was quickly divorced, and struggling to raise a little girl on her own. It must be hard to have such a different life now. Her life is blessed, but there has to be guilt about not having the same things when Ashley was little. I feel for Ashley, and for Jacqueline, because she blames herself for something that is not her fault.
Over at Crazyville, Danielle comes home to a dozen roses that Jacqueline has sent to her daughter, Christine, to congratulate her on the modeling success. Rather than just put the flowers in her daughter’s room and forget about it, she decided to talk to her 11 year old daughter about it. The girl, Jillian, is mortified, but Mommy Dearest just keeps talking.
I feel sick for these kids, and I want to know why their father is not stepping in, and taking them away from this dysfunctional, delusional, crazy person. It’s heartbreaking to watch her break down these two little girls, and suck all the joy out of their lives. Danielle is a joy sucker, and must be stopped. That no one, after watching this crazy person, is saving those girls, is shocking.
Mommy Dearest calls Jacqueline, and tells her she is grateful for the flowers, and to call her back. Why she did not have her daughter, who the flowers were for, call and say thanks, is unclear. She then gets paranoid, and starts to question Jillian, as to what the real reason Jacqueline did not answer the phone. If that little could have disappeared right then, she would have.
Two minutes later, she asks Jillian to leave, and calls Jacqueline again. She leaves a rambling message that is just plain crazy. It makes no sense, is about the past, and completely delusional. This woman is using her kids as a way to somehow cleanse her soul. It is disturbing, and not at all entertaining. I’ve said it before, and will say it again, these kids are not safe with their mom.
Dina is stunning. Really a beautiful girl. For every ounce of beauty that this woman possesses, her cats have twice as much ugliness. These are simply the two most unattractive cats I have ever seen. Seriously. Really ugly. I love cats, but these two are creepy ugly. Dina seems sad. Not sure what her deal is, but she’s changed from last season, and just seems lonely somehow.
Caroline is my favorite housewife, from any season, and any city. This chick rocks. I love her balls, her heart, and how she is as a mother. I dig how she adores her husband, loves her family, and puts them first. She is spunky, honest, intimidating, and a pussycat. I love her, and she is the glue that keeps this group of people together. She is the voice of reason in all the chaos.
Mommy Dearest is hanging around, mentally damaging her children, and talking about the modeling career of one, and telling the other she will follow in her sister’s foot steps. Just as she is getting Christine started, she is thinking about how to whore out the little one. This chick is selling the souls of children, for her own benefit, and it’s disgusting to watch.
Teresa takes her girls shopping, again, and its hilarious. That she is able to do this, with 3 little kids, and about to burst with another one, is amazing. Bravo for having it in you to do it Teresa. She drops two grand on clothes, and it’s all good. She tells Gia she should get a job, to which Gia responds. “I’m too pretty to work.” These kids are hilarious. God Bless whoever marries them, because they are going to be screwed.
Dina has an “energist” come over, and smudge her house, because it’s better than taking a Xanax. Really? Interesting choice. The chicks name is Zen Jen and she’s kooky. That said, if it makes her feel better, all the power to her. Zen Jen tells Dina that the best thing she can do for herself, is have a face to face meeting with Danielle, to clear the air. Fifty bucks says Zen Jen is on staff at Bravo. Maybe try a Xanax next time Sweetie.
Mommy Dearest is bashing the father of her children, to the realtor, in front of her children. She keeps talking about her home. Reality check Danielle, you are a stripper, with a criminal record, who married well. It was never your house sweetie, it was his house, and when he left you, you should have gotten a job, instead of spending all your time complaining. One more thing, shut up.
It’s fashion week and Gia is walking in a show. Her dad pisses her off in the car, and she starts crying. He is tough on her. In the beginning it’s cute, but he goes too far, and in the end it’s just too much. He needs to know when to stop. There is nothing cute about making your kids cry. I love Teresa and her kids, but Joe needs to learn when enough is enough.
Listening to Mommy Dearest talk about Christine, and her modeling career, makes me cringe. This chick is seriously crazy. Her kids cannot stand to be near her, and we can all see it. Christine is at her modeling agency, practicing for her show, and she can’t stand to do it with her mother watching. Danielle is advising her, and trying to help her, and all it does it irritate her more.
She eventually gives up, and refuses to practice in front of her mother. She bails on the practice, and let’s everyone now why. We get a close up, profile shot of Mommy Dearest’s face, and it’s scary. She is so tight, plumped up, and botoxed, that it’s frightening. Is it just me, or could Teri Hatcher play her in the made for television movie, about how she goes to prison? They look like twins. One pretty, and one deranged.
Gia is adorable, and clearly doing the whole modeling thing because she loves it, not because her mother is pushing her. Christine is gorgeous, and a very sweet girl. I want so much for her to be okay. It will never happen, as long as her mother is around, but one can hope. Danielle makes every single thing that Christine is going through, about her. She’s a selfish mother.
Danielle is talking about how Teresa was probably not pleased that Christine got on the cover of a magazine. She is saying how gross Teresa is, and then we cut to Teresa seeing the cover, taking it over to Gia, and telling her to look at how pretty Christine looks. Teresa is not one to speak badly about a child. Danielle however, would sell her kids, if there were something in it for her.
Gia was perfect on the runway, now it’s Christine’s turn. She is so beautiful, and wants so much to do well. I don’t know if she has these great aspirations to be a supermodel, as much as she is thrilled to have something that will help her get away from her mother. Danielle is not capable of talking about her daughter, without making it about her. This chick is a lunatic.
After the show, Christine gets lightheaded, and nauseous, from not eating, and the excitement of it all. Your heart just breaks for her. She leaves the runway, and Danielle goes to see what happened, right after she gives an interview. She goes up to her, and never asks if she is okay. She is more concerned with what the modeling agency thinks, than her child.
This show was filmed last year, and we can just imagine what damage has been done to Danielle’s children since then. I don’t understand why her ex-husband does not step in, and save his kids. This show rocks, and getting a front row seat into their lives, real or fake, is fascinating. As for Mommy Dearest’s kids, I’m keeping you in my prayers, and will, on your behalf, keep the faith.
May 17, 2010 | 2:49 pm
Posted by Ilana Angel
Last night on the season finale of Survivor. Russell came in 3rd place, having received no votes from the jury. He was robbed. People voted on who they liked, not who played the game the best. The only conciliation, was that he once again received the fan favorite prize of $100,000.
Nobody voted for him, because they did not like him. Who cares? It’s not a popularity contest. Russell outwitted, outplayed and outlasted everyone. This season was supposed to be about returning, revenge, and redemption. In the end it was about a man who played brilliantly, and was then judged harshly, for screwing everyone over, in a game that is built on screwing people over.
If there was going to be a winner other than Russell, I’m glad it was Sandra, over Parvati. With her husband serving in Afghanistan, was nice it was her. That said, it should not have been her. It should have been Russell. He was robbed. To Eric, my son’s friend, YOU WON. He bet me Sandra would win, and I thought he was crazy, but he won the bet.
I would like to publically acknowledge that Eric is awesome. Truly a remarkable 14 year old boy, who is brilliant, and called this one. I was wrong, and he was right. He is a genius. Did I mention that he won the bet, and is truly the most awesome child in the universe? To be clear, he is the best. I believe this blog, as now cleared the bet on my part.
Bret Michaels made it into the final round on Celebrity Apprentice. He is up against Holly Robinson Peete, who I hope does not win. She is mean, and did not play the game nicely, and should lose at the final hour. Bret Michaels surprised us all, impresses us each week, and deserves to win.
I think Russell is divine, Bret Michaels is fabulous, and Eric is awesome. Reality television, while not really based in reality, is entertaining. Tonight I’ll spend the evening in New Jersey, and watch a little Dancing With The Stars. Sometimes reality television takes the edge off a stressful day. I love to watch it. As for me ever being on a reality show., not a chance. For that, I am keeping the faith.
May 16, 2010 | 1:15 pm
Posted by Ilana Angel
In speaking to different people, both friends and new acquaintances, both single and married, it’s always interesting when the conversation turns to sex. The single people are clearly having more sex than those who are married. The married couples are not having a lot of sex, but they are happy, and seem okay with it. Or so they would have us believe.
There are a lot of excuses being made by the married people. When asked why they don’t have sex as much as they used to, if at all, it was all about the kids, work, house, and lack of time. That’s a lot of excuses, none of which make that much sense long term. I mean I get it, for a few weeks, but we’re talking months, and in some cases years, without sex.
There’s an underlying frustration, and clear lack of communication, happening in the marriages. The wife would like sex more often, but does not say anything because she wants to be desired, and not the aggressor. The husband figures he will get turned down, so why bother? The most interesting thing, is how willing people are to openly talk about their sex lives. It’s healthy, but also rather sad.
As someone who is single, but searching for love, and eventually marriage, it poses the following question: can you have sex and marriage at the same time? I’ve written about this before, but it came up again this weekend, and I’m fascinated by the lack of sex in otherwise healthy relationships. Perhaps the issue is that I have an unrealistic view of what marriage is. I’m not married, and when I was, I was in my 20’s, but now, in my 40’s, when women are supposed to be in their sexual prime, sex should be a joy, a pleasure, and a requirement, not a burden.
It seems to me, that sex is a chore in a lot of marriages. Part of what makes it great, is that as adults, we can have sex without guilt. I appreciate that life happens, and planning is sometimes required and necessary. If you need to put it on the calendar, then do it. Whatever it takes to make it happen, do it. Isn’t one of the best things about marital sex, that you don’t have to feel guilty? When you are single, sex is riddled with guilt. Are you sleeping with the right person? Will it be good? Will they respect you? Are they sleeping with other people? It’s a brutal process.
There are aspects of these sexless marriages, which are really appealing. A partner, friend, someone to always have your back, knowledge about someone, and a comfort with a person, that no one else has. A witness to your life, and a body next to yours at night, are all fabulous, and compelling reasons to get married. That said, can human beings go without sex? If people are not having sex with their spouses, are they having sex outside of their marriages? If you have a spouse, and a life together that is good, but sexless, would you not work hard to ensure you don’t have sex outside the relationship?
When I recently wrote about Tiger Woods and Jesse James, I said I thought sex addiction was lame. I got one email from a man who has a sex addiction, who assured me it was a real condition, and one from a woman, who told me her husband had it, and they were working on their marriage. Are we to believe that some humans are wired to want lots of sex, with lots of different people, while others are wired to not want it at all? I think sex is a privilege, and that sex within a relationship, marriage or otherwise, requires work, dedication, and commitment, but not necessarily a lot of time.
You can be intimate in a few minutes, in random places, and create a bond that is required in a healthy relationship. The thing that trips people up, is thinking there needs to be a fluffy bed, flowers and champagne. People get caught up in the pressures society puts on sex, rather than just the sex. Sex is not always a romantic skip through the garden. It is hot and sweaty, and can be taken care of rather quickly. Not every time of course, but in a pinch, it can be fast, and fabulous. You have to want it, and not think of it as a chore. If marriage means you stop having sex, then why get married at all, unless sex is just not that important to you?
Sex changes with each generation. It used to be the only thing you had to worry about, was getting pregnant. As people became more open sexually, STD’s and AIDS changed everything. Marriage became more appealing, because you were only sleeping with one person. Or so you thought. With the porn and adult toy industries thriving, and generating billions of dollars, it would appear that sex is happening. The problem is that people are taking care of business on their own. What happened to the good old days, when people had sex with each other?
Is it just too much of a bother to shave your legs, suck in your stomach, fix your hair, sit through dinner, and change the sheets? Is it too late to wait for the kids to go to bed, so you’re exhausted? Is it too weird to meet at home during the day, for a few minutes, while the kids are not there? Sex is not the most important part of a marriage, but it’s got to be up there. It is the part of a marriage that should be nurtured. If sex is taken care of, everything else will fall into place. Without sex, you are just living with someone, which I suppose is also really good.
Can you be married, love your spouse, have a completely happy life together, and not have sex? I’m not sure. If you are not having sex at home, will you eventually have sex outside of the marriage, or spend more time than is acceptable, in front of your computer finding some kind of satisfaction online, for what is missing at home?.
There are many books, theories, and scientific studies that talk about sex. How much you should have, how it makes you live longer, have better skin, and relieve headaches. There are literally a million and one things you can read about sex. Instead of reading about sex, we should all be having sex. I’m not a doctor, a scientist, or a sex therapist. All I know for sure, is that in my circle, single people are having more sex than married couples, and a lot of the married people I spoke to, are having sex outside of their marriages. It’s sad, and troubling, but also a wake up call, to those of us who are searching.
If you are married, but not having sex, make an effort. If you are single, and not having sex because you feel judged, snap out of it, be safe, and have all the sex you want. If you are single, about to get married, and having sex, don’t let it stop once you’ve tied the knot. Maybe some people don’t need it, or miss it. I think it’s unlikely that two of those people are going to find each other. If one person wants it, and is not getting it, they are going to look outside of the marriage. If someone is dating, and more into it than their partner, it’s not a match.
Sex should not be something that we are afraid to talk about, or engage in. When there are two consenting adults, it should be a great thing. One that is enjoyed and celebrated, not forbidden, and a cause for stress, or bad feelings about ourselves, or each other. When my son is older, I will teach him to respect sex, respect women, and respect marriage. For myself, I hope I meet a man that respects sex, respects women, and respects marriage. For my part, I will make sure that I respect him, our relationship, and most importantly, myself.
Relationships are hard to find, and harder to keep. They take love, time, care, respect, attention, and thought. They require a sense of humor, a sense of self, and an open mind. They need patience, compromise, determination and trust. All attainable, if you keep the faith.
May 14, 2010 | 11:57 am
Posted by Ilana Angel
If I were a child of these women, I would make want to change my name, move to another city, jump on the pole, or perhaps simply kill my mother. There is no better “reality” show on television. This week’s episode made me want to pluck my own eyes out, and at several points throughout the hour, my ears started to bleed.
Ramona is taking the ladies to St. John for her “Renewal Ceremony Bachelorette Party”. Jill decided to not go. Ramono thought it was because she was not going to be center of attention, and therefore there was no point. LuAnn did not go, because she can’t pee without permission from Jill. The fact is, Jill did not go because she is a bitch.
LuAnn is off to record a song. Turns out, she has always been a singer. Who knew. To clarify, just because you like to sing, does not make you a good singer. It just means you like to sing. This chick does not sing well. Her producer, Chris Young, is silly. By silly of course I mean he’s an idiot. He has the balls to compare her to Madonna and Fergie. Really? He is tone deaf, and clearly in love with the Countless one.
With each episode, I am amazed by how simple, uneducated, and dumb, the Countess is. This week she referred to Itzhak Perlman as a great singer. She is a car wreck that you want to desperately get away from, but can’t stop staring at. Chris Young tells her that when it comes to singing, there is no luck, just skill. This guy is a piece of work.
Bethanny, Alex, Sonja, Kelly and Ramona have landed in the US Virgin Islands, and you know it’s going to be great. Bethanny is sad, having just buried her father, but she is there, pregnant, and on fire with the zingers. Ramona is ready to be a superstar hostess. Alex is surprisingly lovely. Kelly is an idiot, which we all knew. Sonja is just happy to be there.
Kelly is nervous because she’s never been to a bachelorette party. She is 41 years old, and never had a friend get married? This proves Kelly has no friends. She is cold and women, myself included, don’t like her. She has never been one of the more popular housewives, but in these final couple of weeks, I’m predicting that she becomes the least popular.
Ramona has rented a yacht for the trip. Let’s stop for a moment to say that these are not young girls in their 20’s. We’re looking at 40’s and 50’s, and each one of them can rock a bikini. They are crazy, and some are in need of serious medication, or perhaps a white jacket, but they are all rocking their bodies. Bravo for looking fabulous.
Ramona tells Bethanny about Jill, and how she lost her mind that she was not told about her dad dying, which make Kelly freak out. She goes off about she is normal, and everyone else is bitter, gross and immature. The ladies are having a calm discussion, and Kelly can’t stop attacking them. She is very strange, and has no grasp of the English language.
She tells them all they are sick, and demented. It was hilarious. She went off on everyone, and when they said they were talking about their feelings, Kelly freaked out, and stormed off. She can’t talk about feelings. She goes to leave, and can’t get the door open. Fantastic moment. She is standing there, with her football playing tranny body, fumbling with the door.
Bethanny is hilarious. Her and Alex are talking about Kelly’s outburst. When Alex asks her what the hell happened, Bethanny tells her the entire exchange was a gift from Jesus, to make her laugh when she was so sad. They are laughing as Bethanny is calling Kelly out on all her crap. I felt happy for Bethanny at that moment, and really liked Alex.
LuAnn is on a date with Court. He is both creepy, and oddly sweet. They walk into a place that he tells her reminds him of an opium den. They walk in and she says, “It does look just like an opium den”. Has she seen many? She met Court in the Hamptons. She is very happy to be on a date, so she settles in for a nice evening.
They are together for a total of 5 minutes, when she asks him when they are doing it again. It was cute, but a little off. Clearly she is out of her element, and is stumbling, but it’s almost endearing, if you can look beyond how ridiculous she is. They kiss a few times here and there, but it’s weird. They seem to have no chemistry, yet LuAnn says they do.
We are 42 minutes into the show and no sign of Jill. This show is much more entertaining without her in it. She is annoying, and it makes the show exhausting to watch. Without Jill, it’s much more entertaining. Pay attention Bravo. This show is better without Jill in it. Let’s hope they make that a fact next season.
The ladies go snorkeling, and Ramona is paddling around with a water noodle. It’s insane, and cute. There are no fish to see, and Ramona is screaming to everyone, “Where are the fish?” Hey Ramona, they have all left because they can hear you screaming. You are too loud. Even underwater, this chick is too loud.
The ladies are all hanging out on the yacht after dinner, and a couple of drinks. Ramona has left to visit the yacht next door, which is owned by the owner of Hooters. Kelly brings shots out, Bethanny is talking about the loss of her father, and all hell breaks loose. Kelly is mentally unstable, and I’m thinking old man photographer dumped her because she is crazy.
Kelly is telling Bethanny that her story is not hers alone. Let’s of people have difficult lives. She is spewing crap about stuff she does not know anything about. She is really not well. Ramona comes back and she is hammered. Sonja thinks perhaps Kelly is uptight because she secretly loves women, and thinks she needs to get laid, and have a one-night stand.
Kelly thinks that a one-night stand means you have unprotected sex, and sleep with people across America. She says girls from the mid-west don’t do that. Really? Some of my most fabulous, and slutty friends are from the Midwest. You know who you are girls, and I adore you! Sonja says that no one should die without having a one-night stand. Love her.
This episode will forever be the one were I fell in love with Sonja. I would be friends with this chick. She is honest, open, and sports a huge set of balls. At the same time, she is vulnerable, and insecure. There is a realness to her, that the other ladies, just don’t have. I like her. She is gorgeous, funny, and lives her life out loud.
Sonja is expressing herself and Kelly looses it. Again. She says that feelings are totally 1979. What does that even mean? She says life is short, and people need to let stuff go, yet she can’t seem to let go of every word Bethanny has ever said. She says Bethanny is constantly trying to hurt her, and her family. We are witnessing a nervous breakdown.
Kelly gives a speech that belongs on the season finale of Survivor. She screams that no one likes Bethanny, no one cares about her, she is vindictive, crazy, a whore bag, and people don’t like her. I expect men with a white coat to come out, and haul her off. How is this woman not being admitted into a psychiatric facility? I am mortified for her children.
Ramona is drunk beyond belief, and flirting with the owner of Hooters. She kisses him on the lips, and is now slurring her words. She gets an inch away from the guys face, to talk to him, and it is hilarious. Bethanny comes over to tell Alex and Ramona about the madness next door. Ramona explains Bethanny and Kelly’s relationship by saying they are like salt and water. So drunk.
Kelly then has the balls to come over to the Hooters boat. Ramona tells Kelly that she needs to shut up, or leave. Others than preggers, everyone is a little hammered. Ramona then starts fighting with Kelly to be nice. The poor Hooter’s guy is watching them all fight, and it’s fabulous. As they are fighting, Sonja is on the lookout for a Hooter girl.
Alex, Ramona and Bethanny go out dancing to avoid being back on the boat with Kelly. They are shaking their groove thing, and it’s nice because Ramona is in hog heaven, and it’s her party, so she should have fun. Back at the boat, Kelly is in Crazytown, and Sonja is hammered, convinced Kelly’s room smells like cat pee.
We made it though an entire show without Jill, and it was so good. Next week looks like it will be my favorite episode of the NYC Housewives ever. This show is a guilty pleasure I am willing to openly admit I love. It will be interesting to see how many of their kids end up in porn, or drug rehab. Anything other than 100%, will require their mothers to keep the faith.
May 13, 2010 | 1:37 am
Posted by Ilana Angel
Every once in a while, I come across someone that I have an instant connection to. That happened when I recently met Ms. Jackie Kallen. Anyone who follows boxing, knows who Jackie is. Even if you don’t follow boxing, this is someone you should know. She is a fascinating woman, and has become a role model of mine.
I became familiar with Jackie on the reality television show The Contender, with Sugar Ray Leonard and Sylvester Stallone.. We met recently at a charity event meeting, and from the moment I shook her hand, she was my friend. Ms. Kallen is 64 years old, but you’d be hard pressed to find a 40 year old that looks as good as she does. She is a classy lady, and a fabulous broad.
Born and raised in Detroit, in a middle class Jewish family, Jackie got engaged at 19, married at 20, and has 2 sons, and 3 grandchildren. After 30 years of marriage, her husband announced that he was in love with another woman, a younger woman, and they divorced. She then found herself in her fifties and single, so she moved to Los Angeles to start over.
When Jackie was little she decided that life was not about fitting in, but rather about standing out. She fought her way into the boxing world, and her determination and talent has kept her there. Dubbed the First Lady of Boxing, her life story inspired the movie Against The Ropes, with Meg Ryan playing Jackie. Worth renting if you’ve not seen it.
Jackie is a girly girl, who has balls, and holds her own in a man’s world. She is not afraid to speak her mind, and is a role model to young and old alike. Every high school, university, and woman’s group, should have her come and speak. She is an inspiration, and has a message that is worth hearing, for both young women and young men.
We thankfully live in a time when kids can grow up to be whatever they want, regardless of their sex or race. Jackie speaks in way that not only do people know that it is possible to build the life they want, but that they all have the ability to not only dream it, but make it a reality. She has led several lives in her 64 years, and her experiences are fascinating.
This is a woman who would not listen when people told her boxing was no place for women, and when she was told no, she fought hard to change people’s answer to yes. She inspires me in so many ways. She has overcome loss, heartache, heart disease, and cancer. She has never needed to reinvent herself, because she has been the same person since childhood.
She has taught me that the greatest thing I can do for myself, is believe in myself. No matter what happens, life is all about perception, and I can control not only what my perception is, but how others perceive me. When it comes to what “they say”, Jackie’s responds that she does not know who “they” are, so she does not need to listen. I love this chick.
She has been through so much in her life, and when knocked down, she has an uncanny ability to not blame anyone. She takes full responsibility for the things in her life, and rather than complain, or be bitter, she learns from the fall, does not make the same mistake twice, and embraces the lesson. She is a very evolved human being, and I strive to be more like her.
Jackie is currently working on a charity boxing event that I am involved with. It’s called “Knock Out Addiction” and the proceeds will benefit Beit T’Shuvah, which is a temple and residential addiction treatment center, here in Los Angeles. There will be 3 matches, the main event being one between Rabbi Mark Borovitz, and actor/comedian Tom Arnold.
There is a very funny interview with Tom Arnold, talking about the fight, at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8u4WLRFTAPM. The event is on Wednesday, June 16th, at The Beverly Hilton Hotel. If you would like information about tickets, call Barbara Friedman at 310-204-5200, ext. 204, or email her at firstname.lastname@example.org, and she will hook you up.
Jackie will be there, along with her boxing pals. Some old time heroes, some up and coming hopefuls, and some guy that goes by the name Sugar Ray, who I am not so secretly in love with. It will be a great night, for a great cause, so if going to be in Los Angeles on the 16th, and want a fun night out, get in touch with Barbara.
If you’ve never been to Friday Night Services at Beit T’Shuvah, you really should go. It’s a rock concert, Shabbat service that will knock your socks off. I had no idea that Jews could be addicts. Who knew? This place is a hidden treasure in this city, and has redefined how I view my faith, and myself. And for the record, I’ve got my money on the Rabbi.
Jackie Kallen is a hero. She not only has balls, but makes me grateful that I’ve got them too. If I can look half as good as she does when I’m 64, I’ll be thrilled, and if I can maintain my balls, while still being a lady, like she is, then I will be blessed. You can find out more about Jackie at www.jackiekallen.com, so check her out.
Jackie reminded me of how exciting, and sexy a sport boxing is, and that being a lady who can hang with the big boys, is attainable by all women. She inspires me to be my best self, and not be afraid of getting older. She has shown me that when you are knocked down, or even knocked out, you can get back on your feet, if you simply keep the faith.
May 11, 2010 | 11:56 pm
Posted by Ilana Angel
I wrote about a lot of different things over the past week. I’m always surprised by the mail that my blog gets. It is positive, negative, scary, educational, and always entertaining. I found this week’s comments to be particularly interesting. This is what I learned from my blog, and life, this week:
Love: I love my son. Unconditionally, and completely love him. I feel honored to be able to celebrate Mother’s Day with him every year. We are going to court this week to tie up some custody issues, and I have been inspired by how poised and mature he is. He is a remarkable young man, and makes me want to be a better person.
Hate: I wrote about online dating, and got a letter that said dating online was for losers, and desperate people. He wrote that he hated me, and those like me, who think we can find love online. Hate is a big word, and using it to describe millions of people, you don’t know, takes balls. Good for you. I’ve got $20 that says that writer is looking for a date, online, right this minute.
Choices: I wrote about the movie BABIES, and how much I loved it. I mentioned that our children will become what we teach them to become. That is a lot of power for parents, because what we teach them, will give them the ability to change the world for the better, or worse. I wrote that one of things I teach my son, is that everyone is in charge of their own bodies. It was a broad statement, but an important one.
A reader immediately wrote to bash me for being pro-choice. She let me know I was going to hell for believing that a woman can kill a baby, that God placed in her womb, and mentioned something about my son getting his girlfriend pregnant one day, only to have the girlfriend murder my grandchild. To this writer, I have a little advice for you: time to self-medicate.
Sex: I found out that a friend of mine, who is 42, and gorgeous, has not had sex in 7 years. 7 YEARS. I think that must be a blog all its own, for next week. 7 years!
Dating: Things ended rather abruptly with “Ari” the Israeli. It was all quite civil. As civil as things can be when you are dumped by text message. It has been a couple of weeks since we had any contact. Then, out of nowhere, he sent me a text to wish me a happy Mother’s Day. Shame that one did not work out. I liked him, and in the end, he was just not that into me.
Niecy Nash was voted off of Dancing With The Stars. I thought she was really great. I loved her attitude, her sense of humor, how she worked her body, how proud her mom was of her, and how much her boyfriend enjoyed watching her dance. She was never going to win, but she made it to the final four, and that is huge. Mazel Tov Niecy.
Regardless of whether the comments people send are good or bad, I love getting them. I appreciate every single person that reads my blog, and regardless of whether they agree with me or not, I love that they feel strongly enough to send a note. Writing Keeping The Faith, helps me to keep the faith.