Manis, Pedis, and the Real Ashlee

Ashlee: Manis, Pedis and the Real Me

Hello kingdom (and by kingdom I mean my family, my friends, and the fans I adore and appreciate more than words can express)!

I have been a spiraling whirlwind these past few days, so here’s what you need to know and in this order…

First and foremost, I extend my sincerest heartfelt apology for anyone I hurt or offended with the comments I made in Freeport. I was stressed, overwhelmed, and not thinking. I’m not excusing myself, but truly want everyone to know how sorry I am. If you think you know me after one scene, you are short changing yourself because my heart is as large as my stature is short.

With that being said, allow me to introduce myself. Yes, I’m a petite princess living the life of luxury (and loving every minute of it). I’m also a loyal friend who’s controlled by her heart moreso than her head. My family serves as my best friends. My sister is my clone. My mother is my role model and best friend. My father is the king that any future suitor must compare to. 

By now I hope you’ve all watched the first episode -- and what an episode it was! Let’s star at the very beginning…

I absolutely adore Chanel’s parents, and just watching the first scene made me fall in love with them even more. Her sister’s advice was jackpot: don’t settle and find someone to kiss your feet! I’ll cheers to that! I don’t think Chanel realizes what an amazingly special person she is and that she deserves nothing but the best. I’m such a family girl, and it makes me happy to see her family looking out for her so fiercely and whole-heartedly. She’s a great catch and everyone should recognize it.We all know that Chanel comes from a modern Orthodox family, so I must say I was a little appalled to see the way Erica’s parents joked about the hot dogs. I don’t think they meant any harm by it, but I couldn’t help gasping at the thought of Chanel and her parents finding out the truth! On to matters of the heart… I agree with Chanel. You can’t be friends with an ex! I couldn’t have said it better myself -- when the past calls, let it go to voicemail! That’s how I feel about ex-boyfriends and even friends who have stabbed me in the back. LEAVE A MESSAGE AT THE TONE… BEEP!

I’m thrilled you all got to see mani/pedis with my dad. My father is the complete package. He’s polished, intelligent, professional, and always put together, so it should be no surprise that his hands and feet are always presentable. People say real men wear pink. I say real men get mani/pedis. Come on -- your nails are like a second face. And for the record, Vanilla Shimmer is a scrub, not a nail color, sillies! The nail salon revealed other important differences in my family. My mom and dad are super creative and always thinking outside the box. Seriously, my mom should be a spokeswoman for OPI because she must have tried every single color. Not me. I wear red or pink. Or red. Or pink. The truth is, though, our differences don’t go much beyond nail color. Every man I ever look at must live up to my father, and my mom embodies the wife and mother I can only hope to someday be. 

Here’s where you get to know the true Ashlee White. My motto is, “If I can’t wear stilettos, I can’t go!” I guess everyone can see now that applies to all situations. Don’t think I’m kidding. I truly have an entire collection of heels spanning all genres: sweat pant heels, daytime heels, nighttime heels, beach heels, slipper heels…

Let me just say the owner who carried to me my car was beyond awesome. I started out asking as a joke, but when he agreed of course I was going to jump on! I really appreciate him being such a good sport and helping me to the car.Alright, am I the only one creeped out by Joey’s “lucky sperm club” comment?! I find that offensive to both men and women. Not that I want to get into anatomy or gender issues here, but let’s be honest: rich heiresses or single-working mothers can spoil their children just as much as a father can and then what? Do we call those kids members of the “lucky egg club?”

On to bikini shopping with Amanda, her mom, and Jeff… another situation that just screamed AWKWARD to me. Don’t get me wrong. I love how close Amanda is to her mom because we totally share that, but I felt like the shopping went a little too far. I was watching and my mouth literally dropped at Jeff’s reaction to Amanda and her mom trying on bathing suits. There’s no way that would fly with me if my boyfriend was making those comments, but to each her own.

Last but not least, let’s discuss the pool party. Health issues have always had a nasty habit of creeping up at me at the worse times. Actually, that’s what I thought at first, but by the end, my health issues paled in comparison to the drama that unfolded. So Sarah, or "Red Bikinig Girl" as she is more officially known, is what I like to call a sloppy tuna tar tar. Here’s what I’m thinking: “Why is she telling me about Facebook right now? I clearly don’t care and am seriously trying to find the point to this story.” It’s funny because the hottie boom bottie in the turquoise shirt next to me is sharing in my embarrassment over this “story.” Is there a sign on my forehead that says, “I’m so bored that I’m dying to know about your FACEBOOK ACTIVITY!”? Like, I don’t care if you poked, shared, liked or friended someone, I’m not interested. So I won’t even get into the unbelievable offensive word she used or hint at its existence. That’s just not OK. It’s just not.I ended up in tears because my friend and her boyfriend felt attacked. Joey may truly believe that she’s not her friend’s protector or keeper or whatever, but let’s add one more “not” to that list… she’s not a true friend. If she had any loyalty to Amanda she should have stopped what was happening. That much was owed. I’m the girl who feels the pain of others so I think standing by and letting such disrespect occur is just as bad as being the one to dish out the disrespect.

Well, that’s it for now friends. I’m so flattered and appreciative of each and every one of you for tuning in and reading my blog. Please follow me at @ashleewhite23 and LIKE my new fan page https://www.facebook.com/AshleeWhite23. I can’t wait until Episode 2 Sunday night at 9pm! I’m super excited about meeting Casey Cohen in this week’s show, so make sure you watch!