Almost 10 years ago, I was watching some of the trashiest television imaginable when my mom walked by and said to me, "Did this teenager just compare herself going to jail with Buddha sitting under the tree?
Season 7 of Vanderpump Rules airs Monday at 9pm, an event I’ve been anticipating with a fervor my boyfriend some have described as “chilling.” I can’t help it.
Unless you live in a cave (which at this point, I wouldn't blame you), you’re probably aware that if you ever need a quick slap to your ego and confidence, you can just click on Instagram.
