We have a deleted Instagram, folks!
Some unexpected pairings, some unsurprising ones, some absurd Orange County shenanigans, and a whooole lotta bullshit about the Atlanta casting process.
Sure, it may feel like neither exists anymore now that the Bellinos are through, but carry on we must!
(The Housewife, not the country, though both contain multitudes.)
Take care of yourselves, Witches; if you don’t, you could wind up with fillers in your ears or poison in your breasts.
Hey y’all! With our intrepid Gossip Townsperson Tay Tay off on a jaunt to CDMX, I decided I’d fill in for a quick update on the goings-on of our favorite anxiety-disorder-cluster sufferers in the pages of the rags! Dive sub-fold for some post-modern shit worthy of Borges.
Everyone handles grief differently. Some fall into depression; others try to scam their way back onto national television.
Jill Zarin is of the latter class, using her dear husband Bobby’s death to launch a month-long flurry of oh-so-subtle press leaks that made her past output pale in comparison. Below, a post-modern tragedy in five gossip-rag acts.
What’s scarier than a horror movie? A horror movie starring Jill Zarin.