Most of last night’s Love & Hip Hop: Atlanta centered on truth, or, in Mimi Faust’s case, her ever-changing version of it. With all due respect to Our Lady of the Yell, her habit of delivering Tyler Perry play-style monologues does not alter the fact that Mimi often sounds like the kind of woman Iyanla Vanzant screams at on any given Saturday night on OWN. So, when the episode kicked off with Mimi speaking in soft voices to Stevie J about her role in the making and distribution of her sex tape, I was unmoved. Like, I literally just sipped my wine and rolled my eyes until the scene finished.
I don’t understand why Mimi felt the need to not only lie, but to continue to lie despite everyone around her nearly saying, “WE DO NOT BELIEVE YOUR LIES, WOMAN.”
That’s probably why Mimi’s bestie, Ariane, proceeded to call her out despite her ass hanging out. Yes, Ariane was modeling for Margeaux’s art show. She was in body paint, which I didn’t realize was still a thing. Margeaux claims she didn’t really know a lot of people in Atlanta, but she sent out an email blast and hoped for the best. Yeah, whatever. People in Atlanta will show up for the opening of a bottle of a Myx Moscato. Of course people were going to roll up to the film set.
In any event, Ariane heard Mimi acknowledge her part in the porn she shot with Margeaux’s husband (and her one time boyfriend) and that set her off. They yelled at each other outside, and though that may seem like cause for alarm, this is Mimi Faust we’re talking about. All that woman does is yell, scream, shout. And shoot porn, as it were.
Margeaux was unmoved by Mimi’s reveal given she told her a bold face lie one week prior. I can’t say that I blame her, but then again, Margeaux keeps trying to make fetch happen as far as Nikko being a good person goes. She needs to join Mimi in letting the lie within her die. That said, Margeaux did tell Nikko that she wants to “separate.” She did not use the word divorce, so I’m not sure of how far this “separation” will go.
I hope this marks the eventual end of Margeaux and Nikko on this show. now that Mimi admitted the obvious, can we get Smithers to release the hounds and chase these two off the premises?
Whatever the case, I hope this marks the eventual end of Margeaux and Nikko on this show. I don’t care about these two’s marriage and the only reason they’ve been around is because of Mimi. But now that Mimi admitted the obvious, can we get Smithers to release the hounds and chase these two off the premises? I wish them well in all their future endeavors, but again, I don’t care. Goodbye.
While Margeaux and Nikko were ending their strange marriage, Momma Dee’s former husband, Ernest, proposed to the woman who had him locked up for stealing from her son. Speaking of, before that fantastically fucking crazy proposal happened, Ernest had Scrappy meet him at a BBQ spot to talk about his plans. I appreciate Momma Dee's ex-husband who she put in jail always making cast members meet him at a BBQ or wing spot. All he has to do now is take Momma Dee and the family to get a fish plate and the trifecta will be complete.
Anyway, Ernest had the perfect location for a marriage proposal: inside of a church. That is kind of genius given it would be rude as hell to turn someone down inside of a church, and even if they do, you’ve got a bunch of people willing to lay hands on you. And, you know, maybe some panties ‘cause church freaks are great comforters. Or so I’ve heard.
However, one wonders how badly this church in question needed a donation to the building fund in order to let this show film inside its sacred grounds. If that weren’t bad enough, once Momma Dee accepted Ernest’s proposal (believe in love, kids), she gave a clearly planned performance of her R&B single “I Deserve.” And, like, the choir was ready—it had sheet music and everything with booming background vocals.
Who lets a reality show film inside their church and then lets one of the stars of said reality show sing their secular-ass single during service? Somewhere, Jesus is in a group chat with God and Michael Jackson, lit like bic over this bullshit. It was funny as hell to see, though. I’ll give them that.
Mazel tov and shit to the newly engaged couple. I hope the wedding reception doesn’t end in a knife fight.
Since we’re on cutting, I need Yung Joc to cut the bullshit. For starters, his entire storyline is based on his life being the unwed version of Sister Wives. We have not seen this man in the studio since he dated Karlie Redd. Moreover, if you’ve got eight kids by half as many women, wouldn’t you always carry a condom with you? Especially if you don’t want another one? Joc’s on-again, off-again lady friend Khadiyah sent him a “911 text” about her possibly being pregnant.
Okay, so you don’t send a text like that unless you actually know that you’re pregnant. What kind of starved for attention nonsense is that? Whatever, she ain’t pregnant and Yung Joc is still sleeping on couches in the wake of their breakup. Why doesn’t this man have an apartment of his own? Where are his reality show checks going?
Lastly, I feel bad for Kaleena. It's a shame that her former Diddy-Dirty Money doo wop, pop-pop chick Dawn gets to make her Eureeka's Castle themed R&B while her music gets the sleep emoji from her husband and manager. No wonder she was the second woman this season to fry a man some eggs only to pop smooth the hell off in a fit of rage.
I wish you well, Kaleena. And I wish you all a safe, pregnancy scare free week until the next episode. Joseline will finally confront Jessica Dime. See you then.
Michael Arceneaux hails from Houston, lives in Harlem, and praises Beyoncé’s name wherever he goes. Follow him @youngsinick.
