Is it Fabulous?
So I just watched the premier of Kimora Lee Simmons’ show Life in the Fab Lane which will air this Sunday at 8pm on The Style Network. I’ve always found Kimora to be pushy and arrogant and over the top. She’s like a Blasian version of Naomi Campbell. I thought I wouldn’t like the show because I don’t particularly like Kimora from what I’ve read in the gossip rags about her. I mean the show is basically about her and her character has to carry and you have to like her to want to watch her and who wants to watch a diva being diva-esque.
But I have to say I kind of like it and I will watch another episode when it runs.
Yeah, she’s over the top. She’s a businesswoman who is about business when dealing with Mattel, advertising execs and her own staff. She made her PR guy cry and I was like damn. But she was crunching numbers and stressing out and stressing everyone else out around her. She’s dieting but when her personal chef made her a fruit parfait she sent it back and asked for waffles instead. When she kept asking “Am I fat? Do I look fat?” I wanted to kick her across the room. No, Kimora, you don’t don’t look fat. Mo’Nique looks fat, your skinny behind looks malnourished. She packed somewhere between 15-20 bags of luggage for a one day photo shoot so she’s extremely extravagant.
The oddest thing in the show is when Russell came into her office wearing a pink shirt with a green sweater. The AKA’s ought to beat his behind.
The best part about the show was watching her in her business interactions. Even though she made people jump and might be labeled a bitch I don’t see her as being much different than Donald Trump. She seems proud of her ethnicities and the people surrounding her are racially diverse.
And I also loved the tender way she was with her girls. In the scene with the Mattel execs she was exact and precise about what she wanted and when her daughter Aoki Lee interrupted she was instantly attentive and warm with her. She’s like a superhyped/overlavished single mom. I can see gay men everywhere genuflecting in deference as she walks by them.
“I’m normal,” she says in a close up. “And I’m not normal” The camera pans out to bring in the opulence that is her home.
At least she knows it. But then who wants normal on television? If we wanted normal we’d turn off the tube and look out the windo to see what our neighborhood desperate housewives are doing. But then they are probably at home watching Kimora, too.
