"Next week on 'The Real': We take on L.A.! Chola style! Que onda, guera, we're super down all next week!"

I can't wait to see her envision envisaged.

Igloo Australia's 15 minutes approaching 3...2...1

"You can't make crispy bacon bowls in the goddamn microwave. That is not how microwaves or bacon work."

Erin you da real MVP

No. The point of market week is to focus on the clothing. The point of fashion week is to evoke a mood for the whole collection by a combination of the styling, the hair and makeup, the set design, the music, etc. Market week is when buyers and stylists come to the showrooms to touch the clothes and see them close-up…

" Latina-girl staples". Ummmm... NO. They may be East LA Mexican gang staples.

Pinche gabachos. 😑

I'm happy to see that $10,000 has been raised for Howard.

These customers remind me of the dumbest person I ever had walk through the doors of the Borders I managed after college.

That bikini bottom looks painful. Maybe that's why she is the way she is. Too tight clothing that restricts blood flow to her brain.

Is anybody else confused that cops got suspended over this, but don't get suspended over things like rape or murder? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

also no need to apologize dawg

Those are just her REGULAR hairs right! Annoying.

My knee-jerk reaction was shouting, "QUIT IT, KATY, QUIT IT."

This is a barebones script for Meg Ryan, isn't it? (in all seriousness though that's beautiful)

Oh! And my Go Bag came in super handy when I left that psycho, too :-) $585, passport, 3 days of clothes

My husband was also my high school sweetheart for 3 years, and back in the day he was a super prolific love letter writer - 5-8 page letters, written on scrolled paper & tied with red ribbons - they were FANTASTIC. We broke up & went our separate ways for 10 years, during which time I married another [really horrible]…

I'm sorry, did I wander into some parallel hedge fund universe where we all have walk-in closets? Were I to step into my closet I would promptly knock myself unconscious by hitting my head on the overstuffed hanging rod. When I awoke I would surely find myself covered in scattered "pliios" and "designer pima cotton…