Women Tell All is a strange phenomenon of a show. One might surmise that a DVR which touts 120-minuets of ladies sharing all the things is television just begging to be watched. One might be wrong. The good news is that the producers set the bar really high with a theatrical rose ceremony worthy of our time and hearty helping of champagne. Is Madison going to join her fellow contestants
It’s fantasy suite week and just like Natalie Imbruglia, Madison is torn. We pick up exactly where we left off from hometowns with Madison asking for a private audience with Peter. As she makes her way to him, looking scared to death in her white bedazzled jumpsuit she borrowed from Cher’s closet in 1967, Peter quickly becomes concerned and motions for her to sit on the roaming bench. Madison’s faith
In my opinion, last night’s show was pretty “meh” until we got to the very end. Peter is an emotional guy and the final four is when making decisions gets rough. Especially when you think you might, maybe, be falling in love with three of the four women. Raise your hand if you knew Kelsey was going home. I did. Why? Because one of these things is not like the
Let me tell you, I had a ball watching The Bachelor last night. Or should I say I had a ball watching the same promo for ten minutes after The Bachelor was over last night. We analyzed hair texture, nail color, outfits, headboards, street scenes, sweaters, footwear, and one silhouette for longer than I thought necessary. But the best part was the moment where a brunette woman is rolling horizontal
Get ready to fiesta because we are in Chile! It appears the producers are going to tour Latin countries so Pete can continue to impress the ladies with his Spanish II knowledge of the language. Our cast of lovers and sort of likers and the one girl who is “meh” about the situation (¿como se dice “Kelley” in español?) are forced to sit at an outside cafe on the bustling
