This week, we’re joined by Damian Holbrook (TV Guide Magazine) who recently gained notoriety after his snarky Twitter dig at the new iPhone wound up in a Samsung commercial. We talk about how that happened, what the response has been, and how Damian is dealing with the onslaught of iPhone fanboys.
Then it’s on to Fall TV. We discuss some of the most talked-about shows, starting with “Gotham,” then “Scorpion” and then of course “The Mysteries of Laura.”
The big dilemma from last night’s Bachelor finale was not Emily vs. Chantal. We all knew how that would resolve itself. No, the burning question was “Brad or Chad?” Turns out that Brad Womack has a twin brother named Chad (that’s right: rhyming twinsies), and he’s no slouch in the genetics department. I guess that’s not too surprising given that he shares his brother’s ready-for-TV DNA. However, there are all-important styling variations, which leads me to ask the ladies if they’d prefer Brad or Chad.
In one corner, we have Brad whose cornfed, All-American good looks have beguiled a nation of women. Working against him though is a garish cross tattoo on his back.
In the other corner, we have Chad, who’s similarly cornfed but slightly more Jake Gyllenhaal-y with a few shades of Brett Favre. That can either be a good thing or a bad thing, depending on who you ask.
The Los Angeles branch (pun INTENDED) of Fig & Olive restaurant opened last night, and I was lucky enough to be invited to the swanky event. The bash featured a full-on red carpet, which I walked with my cohort, and I’m happy to report that absolutely none of the three paparazzi who were standing there bored paused to snap a photo of us. Apparently they didn’t realize that I am the STAAAAR of Housewives Hoedown, the video podcast that has taken the Internet by STORM!!!
Anyway, Sly and I eventually found our way inside the massive restaurant where we ran into friends (such as the inimitable Katherine Spiers) as well as a smattering of reality stars. Above, I found Vienna from The Bachelor, who was just about as sweet and friendly as can be. I actually wanted to be her friend. Points against her: she’s not familiar with Ina Garten’s oeuvre. But that’s okay. I can teach her.
Nevertheless, Vienna revealed that she loves to cook and does so nearly every night. I’m sensing a starry Adventure in Domesticity on the horizon (Vienna, CALL ME).