Anyway, romance remained in the air for Plan B’s final show, with the amount of said romance increasing as Penn Jillette added different amounts of Crystal Light Liquid to a glass of water. Trace Adkins progressed from a computer nerd to a cowboy pool boy to a…well, I don’t know what the hell he was supposed to be in that least scene with his ripped-off teal Crystal Light shirt. He looked kind of like an extra from Sweatin’ to the Oldies, or maybe one of the dudes from the Olivia Newtown John's “Let’s Get Physical” music video. Although I have to say I was disappointed after all that build-up when Trace did not suck face with Susan Lucci at the end of the show, opting to just pick her up and walk her off the stage at the end. Apparently, Cupid ran out of arrows.
4. Action Jackson!
“You may think because I’m soft spoken that you can take advantage of me. It’s not gonna happen. Not this time.” —La Toya Jackson
I was hard on La Toya last time she was on, because she did absolutely nothing and yet Trump kept saying how amazing she was. Then, after he finally came to his senses and fired her, she went into his office and asked to come back. Why? No reason, just because. And in a move that even for this show stretched the limits of credibility, he actually put her back in the game. The whole thing was bizarre, which is to say, incredible.
So I just expected more of the same from La Toya this go-round. An occasional squeak from the corner, but nothing more than that. Boy, was I wrong. Her animosity towards Omarosa started building last week, and when La Toya became Project Manager, she wasn’t going to take any lip from the provocateur. The first spat occurred when Omarosa insisted on going shopping for dresses when PM La Toya wanted her to stay back and help with the script. Before long, both ladies were yelling with — as Lil John astutely pointed out — hands on hips and necks cocked. Omarosa told La Toya to be respectful, La Toya told Omarosa she was the most disrespectful woman in the room, and then this happened, straight from the lips of Omarosa: “I run a company! I run half of the west coast for OK! magazine!”
Saaaaaay whaaaaaat?!? First off, do you run a company or do you run “half the west coast” for a tabloid rag? Also, what exactly do you do for that tabloid rag? I did a quick search and it said Omarosa was West Coast Editor for something called Reality Weekly (which is owned by the same company that owns OK!). But let’s even give her the benefit of the doubt on this one and say she works directly for OK! Is that really something worth name-dropping? I mean, if you’re dating Paul Rudd, you tell everyone you’re dating Paul Rudd. If you’re dating Pauly D…well, I think you get my point. I just can’t think of any situation where bragging that you “run half of the west coast for OK! magazine” is gonna win you a lot of brownie points. Maybe at a Spencer Pratt or Heidi Montag birthday party, but that’s pretty much it. (Side note: I never tell anyone I work at Entertainment Weekly, because nine times out of ten they confuse it with Entertainment Tonight and ask me what the heck Mary Hart is up to these days.)
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