Before I even dive into this episode, I want to share a couple of things. First, I caught a promo for the Bratz movie the other day. You know, the one that Paula had worked so hard designing the clothes for, then they called and said they didn’t need her services and she flipped out. I have to say, I actually thought, “Poor Paula. She’s going to throw something at the TV when she sees this.” You know that’s going to set her off into a crying fit.
Second, while watching Kathy Griffin: My Life On The D-List, I again found myself thinking about Ms. Abdul and comparing the two celebs. These ladies have four things in common that instantly popped out; they both have a reality show on Bravo, they are both very wealthy, they are both loved by gay men, and they both make me laugh. However, the last similarity is for two completely different reasons. I laugh with Kathy; I laugh at Paula. Their differences are just as obvious. When Kathy cries, I get teary; when Paula weeps, it tends to be funny. Kathy treats her entourage like friends; Paula yells at hers every chance she gets. I’m just sayin’ ...
Okay, so onto the episode. Paula was excited to bring her friends to an Academy Awards swag event, but on the way there, complained about her chronic neck pain. Once in the gift lounge, she was too busy answering her cell to hang out with her gal pals. I have no idea what the point of that segment was.
Meanwhile, P.A. decided to rent a mansion (infinity pool included) while hers was being worked on. She recruited her best friend/hair stylist Daniel to help her pick out décor for her temporary home. He met with an interior designer, but Paula didn’t quite make it to the appointment. So, they took it upon themselves to decorate the place with the hope that Paula will like it. They got it all set up for the dancing diva, and were proud of their work. However, when Paula arrived, she didn’t approve. "I’ve always wanted to have a white painted birdcage,” she scoffed. “They’re freaky. I always think there is going to be a stuffed animal that has blood dripping out of its mouth… The décor, this is going to be a very bad situation.” Paula called the designer, who said Daniel approved the ideas. It seemed as if Paula thought the woman just came up with the stuff on her own and put it in the rental. Danny clinched through the whole conversation and kept quiet. “Everything needs to be removed from here so we can start over,” Abdul demanded. Daniel privately said to the camera, “It can’t get any worse than this. There is no way.”
In order to cope with her pain in the neck (literally), Paula learned how to give herself Humera injections. “I have to feel pain for 10 seconds?” she said about the process. She had to find the little amount of fat on her tummy to poke with the needle. Eeeek! It hurt to watch. Paula headed to San Diego to see her physical therapist, a doctor and specialists. The doc informed her that her adrenal glands have shut down, the pain is from her spinal nerve, and that they need to reset her biological clock. Wonder if he can turn it back to when she had a hit single.
Gee, Paula was putting another project on her already-packed list. She weeped an ugly cry (tears of joy this time) about getting the chance to produce a nationally syndicated radio show. “This is going to change my life,” she cried to her assistants. Then she decided to put her house renovations on hold and, therefore, nix the rental she made such a fuss about. I will totally move in. They don’t even have to remove the giant birdcage.