Several little birdies tell us Donk is freaking following the New York Observer article, and you can imagine what that entails. She truly believed she was getting a puff piece, and lost her shit when she understood that no one is buying into her bullshit anymore. And it is now dawning on her, as she is snubbed by various Bravo contacts whom she believed were friends, that the show is not going to make her look like America’s Adorable Husband-Hunting Sweetheart.
I guess that explains why she just hoovered all of Toilet Julia’s gluten-and-dairy free chocolate chips (sounds tasty!!) and this Facebook update:
If I make it through to next week without having more than seven debilitating anxiety attacks it will be a miracle.
And, of course, the reviews are starting to trickle in, and they aren’t pretty. A commenter also reports that Entertainment Weekly has a blurb in which it refers to “three shockingly irritating” women attempting to do a Sex and the City routine, and one of them has 21 tutus. It ends with EW offering up its own advice: “Run, men, run!”