On this week’s episode, Cynthia is still trying to get her Miss Renaissance pageant off the ground. Kenya shows up at The Bailey Agency with a 16-year-old girl in tow and wants to enter her in the pageant. Kenya says she frequently mentors young women, which boggles the mind. Mentors them to be inappropriate, man-crazy, ratchet, cray-crays? I digress.
Against her better judgement (or any judgement), Cynthia agrees to let Kenya be a judge at the Miss Renaissance pageant. Kenya, who feels like she has a new lease on life after her breast cancer scare, agrees to be on her best behavior. Cynthia visits NeNe (who’s back in Atlanta during a break from filming The New Normal) to unload about the pageant and her concerns about Kenya. “She was Miss USA, so this is her thing,” Cynthia whines.
“I don’t give a damn if she was Miss Boo Boo,” Nene says rolling her eyes. “She acted like a fool at the magazine thing and you don’t need someone trying to wreck your sh-t.” Nene also has some concerns about the planned “girls vacation” to LA to watch Nene in action. “These girls better not come to LA and show their black asses or their will be problems.” If that’s not a harbinger of next week’s episode, I don’t know what is.
Over at Phaedra and Apollo’s house, celebrity Chef Roble is cooking up “aphrodisiac food,” including muscles that resemble vaginas. Kandi and Todd are along, too, and talk about the trip to LA. As the food comes out, Phaedra says she’s feeling sexy and ready ready to get pregnant. Kandi has other things on her mind, namely recording her new gospel song, “Prayed Up,” with Marvin Sapp.
Sapp has flown in to record the song, but Kandi is nervous and gets an extra surprise when her father, Titus, shows up. Titus hopes the song will knock some of the “heathen” out of his daughter, but winds up crying as he listens to the playback of the song. Award-winning Sapp knocks the song out in a couple of takes.
After an awkward delay in the vote count, the pageant ends on a high note and all the girls seem happy to have taken part in it. Cynthia deserves some props for not turning Miss Renaissance into a Toddlers & Tiaras horror show. Despite all the miscues, it actually looked like a classy pageant. Damn, Kenya’s good will must be rubbing off on me.