WHAT'S IN A NAME?
Gregg obviously adores NeNe and loves her dirty bath pedicure water. I love a man who makes his woman the center of the universe. Keep wooing her Gregg, you make NeNe smile and that’s a good thing.
Phaedra and I had gotten to know each other pretty well and we are in some ways a lot alike. She is a smart woman, who seems compassionate and isn’t afraid to be herself. I felt safe enough with her to share with her a very personal story about my mother and my struggles. I’ve been through a lot of pain in my life, but I strongly believe that without that pain I would not know love.
LUNCH FROM HELL
I didn’t know what was more offensive at that awkward lunch; the barrage of inappropriate personal questions from a complete stranger, the lack of sensitivity from a self-centered, immature, shallow little girl of 31, or the poor representation of a well-respected Atlanta charity. She even manages to insult NeNe, Phaedra, and Kandi by saying, “They just show up to take pictures and leave!” I was uncomfortable but nonetheless, still agreed to attend what I thought was a respectable charity event.
DONATE TO ME
Why would anyone stand in front of a crowd under the pretense of charity wearing a $4,200 dress and receive personal gifts of a $4,000 Chanel handbag and have the audacity to ask people to donate money? This tacky, deplorable spectacle literally made my stomach turn, and I no longer desired to remain a party to this and wanted to leave immediately. Once the host took the microphone and cavalierly announced my hard earned title as “Miss America,” AND once corrected rolled her eyes, I was officially disrespected and done.