I am so over this recession; and I don't particularly care for that "RE CESS IS ON" t -shirt I've seen people wearing, trying to make the sluggish economy fashionably cute, though I guess in a way I can relate. The magazine entertaining and travel expense accounts I grew accustomed...

I knew something good would come out of being on Miami Social. I just knew it. Now, don't get me wrong. I really like that people relate to me and I can tell you these people come in all forms. Anyone and everybody looking for love; bi-sexual soccer moms that...

Last night I wanted to scream and cause myself physical harm as I watched Miami Social. The kind of harm that Lina causes George and his condominium walls when she hurls her hooker heels in Russian rage. Me, I wanted to lift my fancy LED off the wall, throw it...

You may not believe this, but I don't like big official announcements. And I don't like when people make big deals over big deals. When I was a kid, I never ran home with my report card chock full of 'A's' and expected extra cookies. I also never had the...

I am a product of parents who got divorced in the 80's. Things were different back then. There was no civil conversation, no attempt at friendship. Divorce was rooted in popular culture as a very ugly thing and so one had to behave like a cannibal.

You also had to...

Let me get one thing out of the way, again. Last night on Miami Social, when Katrina asked the question "I don't understand, how can a gay guy be masculine?" she seemed genuinely confused and I could see her thinking "this must be one of Michael's tricks, right?" I think...

Let me get something out of the way. The critics are right about one thing. And it isn't the surprising 1.5 stars (out of 4) that we received across the board from the weekly magazines whose pages filled with celebrity gossip and dysfunctional relationships parallel the cast of Miami Social....

I have always been a Bravotee, devoted to wondering if Jonathan Anton of the hit show Blow Out, was really that crazy; and to exploring my connection to the Real Housewives of Orange County -- the original crop of bitches that wouldn't let me leave my bed during those Saturday...