On the first season of The Real Plasticwives of Beverly Hills, the porcelain cartoon dragon wrapped in candle wax that is Camille Grammar was a crazy-eyed beautiful flower of delusion who nearly melted her arch rival Kyle into a puddle with her insane glare before pouring that puddle into the sacks in her chest. On the second season, the sweet feeling of freedom and a pool full of money she got in her divorce from Kelsey Grammar calmed Camille’s craziness and she was suddenly the reasonable voice of reason. Basically, Camille went from GIF-able to boring (but astonishingly gorgeous) as fuck. So because of this, Bravo has decided to let go of these hot, hot, hot moves:
“She’s been in discussions and at the end decided she wasn’t willing to expose her personal life anymore. She’s at peace with her decision. She’s in a great place in her life right now. She’s grown a lot in this past year and she’s made some wonderful friendships [on the show]. It has steered her life in a direction she never imagined. She’s ready for new challenges.”
Camille is a gold digger at heart and you have to pay to get a piece of her pube-singeing dance moves, so I’m guessing that cheap ass Bravo refused to write the correct dollar amount on her paycheck. Good decision, Camille. Camille doesn’t need the money, fame and she really doesn’t need to put her moneymaker (aka her stunning face) in danger, because it’s only a matter of time before Taylor Armstrong self-destructs and blows up sending gallons of Juvederm flying everywhere. It’s Bravo’s loss. I don’t know how they let go of a beauty who smartly uses her fingers to cover up a letter, so it looks like she’s licking on a cup of soft serve jizz.