Wendy Williams: New Guilty Pleasure

“The Wendy Williams Show,” the TV extension of the host’s defunct radio chatfest, is fast becoming a guilty pleasure. I don’t see it in its afternoon time-slot (if I’ve got the tube on during the day, it means I’m either Depressed or seriously ill), but I do click on its juicy online tidbits, including this one dissing 50 Cent. Wendy can be dishier than a bowl of cereal. I still find her prying questions sometimes over-pushy, and her cosmetic surgery is bad-drag-queen awful to look at for more than a few minutes (she resembles RuPaul crossed with Jessica Rabbit), but she’s establishing herself on the TV landscape.

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