From Playboy Playmate to televangelist?
Wilkinson opened up a can of Baptist whoop ass on her mom Patti in what was perhaps reality TV’s answer to The Exorcist.
The mom/daughter duo have enjoyed an acrimonious relationship and often butted heads on Wilkinson's own reality show, Kendra on Top, and it appears time has not healed this wound.
Things reached a boiling point during an exercise called "To Knot or Not," where Patti reveals why she doesn't believe her daughter and Hank Baskett should be married.
"I get the impression and feeling that you hate me," Patti says, before Kendra all but admits that that is the case.
"The devil has eaten your soul. You sell us out to the tabloids, what the hell is your problem?!" She screams. "You take our problems and put them out there. Right after I thought my husband cheated on me, you sell my tears to the damn tabloids!"
Her mom feigns shock at these accusations but then later threatens to release Kendra's text messages to the public!
Understandably, Wilkinson further loses her shit!
Meanwhile, Hank and Kendra are on the series in the hopes of salvaging what’s left of their marriage.
Baskett still hasn't confirmed or denied reports he cheated on his wife with model Ava Sabrina London but you know that shit is gonna come up on the show.
Marriage Boot Camp—Reality Stars kicks off on WeTV, Friday, May 29 at 9.
Breaking down the bias of comfort films.
With the constant onslaught of complicated news that 2020 has brought, sometimes you just want to be able to shut off your brain, relax, and feel happy.
Enter comfort films. These are the feel-good movies that feel like a warm hug when you finish them, the ones that allow you to escape for a short while. We often turn to these types of films in times of trouble or extreme stress, and when we're not sure what films of this nature we should watch, we turn to the Internet for options.
The underground singer is set to release his new album Night Vision by the end of this month
Obai Ismail often finds himself unable to describe what his music sounds like.
The young crooner, who goes by the moniker 451, crafts rich atmospheric pop songs that teeter on the line between rap and R&B. He is clearly inspired by the hazy atmospherics of Trilogy-era Abel Tesfaye–but without Tesfaye's lumbering execution; instead, Ismail snaps with urgency and hits each note with buoyancy.