Love And Hip Hop – Episode 8 – A Miami Hurricane


This episode ends on an explosive note, as so many Love And Hip Hop episodes do…but first, let’s savor something we’ve never seen before on this show, a Jim Jones show scene. Damn, Chrissy!

Have we all caught our breath now? Let’s move on…

The episode begins, Rashomon-style, with the proposal we saw last week, but from Jim’s perspective. We see him as he plans the event for weeks in advance, asking for advice about the ring, arranging the travel to Miami, the whole deal. “I was fortunate enough to end up with Chrissy as my lady,” he says. “That’s like the princess kissing the frog. I got my own fairy tale going on,” Jim tells us. It’s hard to think his words are corny though when it’s so damn adorable hearing such a tough man speak so tenderly about his woman. Also, I’m still thinking about the shower scene so I forget most of what just happened. “I’m ready to go for it,” he says as scenes from last week’s proposal replay and we get to relive the emotional moment again. And it’s even more emotional this week when Jimmy surprises Chrissy with a room full of friends and family who all knew about the engagement the entire time.

“I’m a Jones, I’m a Jones!” Chrissy says. “Well, not officially…No, you know what? I am.”

There was toasting, there was laughter, there were tears, and Chrissy explains “It all came together and that’s all I ever really wanted. He put his ego aside, he put his persona aside, and he put our love first. And I will forever love him for that.”

Elsewhere in Miami, Rich Dollaz is still working hard (turns out he didn’t leave Olivia after all!) and trying to get her noticed, so he has a meeting with producer Rico Love which will hopefully turn into a collaboration.

“He makes hot records, Olivia needs a hot record,” Olivia says on her way to meet him, and somehow, talking about her music with Rico is like a therapy session and an inspirational a-ha moment for Olivia. Rico confronts Olivia about some of the emotions she withholds and convinces her to channel them through her music. When he and Rich watch her perform onstage in Miami, I mean, I thought she looked good and sounded good, but Rich and Rico’s more critical eyes saw differently.

They thought that she was smiling too much during her sad song, and that she’s not properly getting her emotions out…still. I guess I never realized how much emotion one person needs in this business. I mean, does Ke$ha worry about this kind of thing? “When I believe what she’s talking about, then we can work,” Rico says. When Teairra Mari spots Rico, who is her producer, hanging around with Rich, she approaches them to see what the deal is, why her producer is checking out the competition. It’s great that Olivia’s doing her thing, Teairra says, but “At the same time, my ass has to think about MY ASS.”

Fortunately, sounds like her ass is safe because Rico is still putting her at the front of his workload and he’s holding off on Olivia for now.

Kimbella, whose past we learned about last week, meets up with her mother this week to confront her about her parenting.

Her mother seems so sweet, and yet Kimbella is no-holds-barred, she tells her mom that she is upset that she essentially had to raise herself and her brothers because her mother was too focused on what her father was doing, and Kimbella tells her she endured a lot of bad relationships because her parents were in a bad marriage. Her mom defends her actions, explaining that when you love a man, you’ll do whatever you can to keep him. Kim understands that, but she still seems affected by her mother’s actions. Regardless, they hug it out.

Speaking of bad relationships, Teairra Mari and Emily go out on a rainy Miami night to discuss Emily’s date with Fab. Olivia’s been worried about Emily ever since she heard Em went back to Fab, and Teairra confronts Emily about what she’s doing. It’s out of love because she doesn’t want Emily to get hurt, but it brings up a lot of emotions. Emily says that leaving Fab was basically a temporary situation, a break, and that she’s ready for the break to be over.

Maybe Emily also needs to have a talk with Kimbella’s mom, sounds like they both were in situations where they wee in love with a man that made family life difficult. “The reason I left was to see if I could do it on my own and be without him and…I can’t,” Emily cries to Teairra.

Yandy‘s just bein’ Yandy this week, which means she’s trying to reunite Kimbella and Erica for another sit-down, so that they can squash their beef and yes, she actually uses the word “friends” to describe what she hopes they can become. She’s so optimistic, that Yandy. Kim explains that she has no idea what gave Erica the idea that she was somehow working for free and tarnishing the good name of video girls everywhere, but Erica still thinks Kim is full of crap. After Kimbella tells Erica she’ll knock her out if she tries anything again, Erica’s like “I’m still gonna walk, I’m still gonna talk, and I’m still gonna be me.”

And by “be me” she means literally, her breasts will represent her. As a woman, as a video girl, in court. Wherever. “And Kimbella’s still gonna be Kimbella, and I will check you, just like I did the last time,” Kim says.

The entire situation is fake and half-hearted, at least as far as Erica’s concerned because she can’t even muster a real excuse for why she feels the way she does about Kimbella, although she does allow an “I’m sorry” to pass her lips, saying “If you felt that I was passing judgment on you then I’m sorry, I know what that feels like.” But when it’s all over, she still gets a dig in, saying “Kimbella, I think you and I both know you will never be on my level.” What mythical level is this anyway? If I can be judgey for half a sec, if the dress code for your level is leopard print tank top from DOTS, it can’t be all that great, right?

Over at the club, the perfect storm called Hurricane Chrissy is about to wreak havoc on Miami.

Olivia and Erica are hosting a party, which means worlds are about to collide and fists are about to fly. Yandy comes over to Kim’s hotel but Kim’s not quiiiite ready,

so Yandy just show’s off her Miami outfit

and urges Kim to hurry it along.

The two of them, plus Erica, arrive at the club where Chrissy, Olivia, Emily, and Teairra have already established themselves and have been enjoying a calm, friendly evening.

As soon as Teairra sees Erica and Kimbella arrive, she goes up to figure out what the eff is up because the last time Teairra saw Erica and Kimbella together, there were fistfuls of hair and bottles being thrown. They assure her that they’re fine(ish) now, but it’s the moment Chrissy spots Yandy that things go left. Or south. Or south-left, if that’s somehow worse, because it’s about to get really bad.

Yandy seems very content to leave things alone, but Chrissy goads her into an argument, claiming that Yandy send a very personal, inappropriate email about Chrissy to Jim. This devolves into more screaming about checks, checks, checks, “Just because I quit don’t mean I’m not gonna make money off him. I still got checks comin’ in, ma, how you feel about that one?”

Chrissy places an angry call to Jim to get down there ASAP or else Chrissy herself “is gonna kill her,” and before Jim can arrive, Chrissy bolts up and kicks Yandy before getting separated from her.

Sounds like Chrissy took some advice from earlier to heart…

What? Punch? Never! Kicking. Kicking is where it’s at now.

But Chrissy’s not leaving, she plants herself outside the club so she can wait for Yandy – drunk Yandy, I think, from the shots she’s been doing all night – and kick her ass.

Fortunately someone on the crew has the good sense to usher Yandy out of the club through the back,

telling her that Jim is on his way. Yandy still sticks to “Jim is my family, he’s like a brother to me!” and going so far as to say about Chrissy “Nobody really likes you. Sorry, secret exposed!” Oy. If things weren’t bad then, they’re going to get terrible as soon as Chrissy watches this scene play out at home.

“First of all, I’m too old for the bulls—, but disrespect does not sit well with me,” Chrissy says, probably not realizing that in the next confessional room over, Yandy was just talking about her. Neither of them wants to have anything to do with one another and they don’t want to face each other, and to be honest, we get nervous at the thought of what might happen if they do.

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