Mothra

You live in my brain.

I'm slogging my way through the episode and have not read all the comments, but I'm glad to see from the ones I have read that I'm not losing my mind or thinking there's some kind of subtle communication going on that I'm missing. She is either just plain nuts if she truly believes this guy is interested in her or that they've had all these dates, or she's an excellent actor who's totally missed her calling. I go back to thinking about how this all started, the wonder of a truly fat and ungainly woman joyfully dancing, violating societal norms that dictate that only svelte people get to do that in public. I think a maybe two-part special about Whitney and the Big Girl Dance Class would have been delightful and eye-opening. As it is, this show is a travesty and does enormous disservice to women who are big and working on living truly fabulous lives, showing how they do not allow what other people think of them to limit what they do. Whitney is so desperate to be something she is not that it is soul-deadening. Both Whitney (and the barnacles) and TLC are so thirsty for our attention and dollars that they are not going to stop this unless they are forced to, which means we stop watching, but we can't. I want to see something happen, knowing full well nothing is going to happen except another glamorous trip (we're already being set up for Maine) or god forbid a serious injury to one of her parents. I want to stop watching, but unless I know *everyone* is quitting, I have to keep watching in case something happens. Fat chance.

Somebody needs that translator that Homer's brother invented for babies and adapt it for animals. I want an interview with Whitney's pets. Does she ever play with them? Pet them? I think that like everything else in Whitney's life, the shine wore off a long time ago. She had weird-looking cats and a rescue poodle--how special she is!--and now she is tired of them, in fact has been tired of them for a while now. I doubt that she understood how much more involvement a dog would require. She needs some kind of therapy to teach her to follow through on projects, or at least to find a way to quit without dragging the suffering/pretense out.

Early on a lot of posters questioned the Frenchness of this guy's accent. I was hesitant, but now I'm with you. This guy is not French. And Whitney consistently refers to him as the "French Man," not the "Frenchman." What's up with that? Blur had better watch his words carefully. Whitney has this insane idea that every word anyone has ever spoken to her has the force of an oath sworn in front of the Supreme Court, no matter how long ago, no matter how circumstances have changed. Any thing anyone mentions--idly--today will be brought up ten years from now, if the thing mentioned benefits Whitney in any way, and she will whine you to death until you say OK I'll do it. OTOH, Whitney feels no obligation to stand by her own words. You cannot count on her to follow through on anything she has promised to do. So watch out, Mr. French Man: You've already apparently been on several "dates" without realizing it. For god's sake, don't take her via tablet to look at any churches.

I agree with you. However she managed to lose weight, she was unable/unwilling to stick with it and decided to call it an ED to justify her quitting and to keep anyone else from nagging her about it. By "nagging" I mean mentioning any kind of diet ever again because "trigger." Edited to add that I missed several posts about ED that were very helpful. I guess anyone who gets to such an enormous size must have *something* wrong with the way they eat; must have some psychological (if not physical) issue that needs to be addressed and treated--hence Dr. Now's insistence on therapy for his patients. But I think Whitney was throwing around the term "ED" the way a lot of us (me) who are ignorant about what's thought of as the kind of ED that can be life-threatening, that requires extensive, maybe life-long, treatment or at least monitoring to keep the patient healthy enough to function, do. And I don't believe she's ever suffered from that kind of ED and is using that as a threat to anyone who gives her a hard time about eating so much. As far as us never seeing her overeat: when I was 100 lbs heavier, no one ever saw *me* eating, either. I suspect going through Whitney's trash can would be eye-opening.

And just as "Full House" is set in a town with unique, immediately identifiable residential architecture, so D&C will move to Baltimore, home of the painted screen door (http://paintedscreens.org/) and of the man who surely watches the show, Mr. John Waters. In fact, maybe TLC could interest him in scripting an episode! See how everything works out? I don't know what the hell is going on here. I've tried to delete this twice. The little trash can does not appear. Sorry.

I think there's no question that it's heavily scripted, mainly because the same things keep happening over and over and over, and no family member has stepped in to have these women committed. In the interest of having the show continue, in fact, I offer this rough outline of a completely new and different plot for the next season if there is a next season. TLC, I offer this to you free gratis, with no need for attribution or royalties. Darcey's two daughters become pregnant at that coed dance they went to dressed like whores. You know, having been teenagers once yourselves, that as soon as the limo doors closed, all the girls in the car started putting on excessive makeup and turned up their already scandalously short hems, stapling them in place so that the crotch of their underpants would show (if they were wearing underpants). Yes, the two sweet, well-behaved young ladies have fooled us all (and their mother) and are real secret sluts. Their trashy clothing and repressed sexual urges finally lead them over the cliff and they both engage in the most depraved sex you can imagine all night long, and they both are pregnant. When they realize their condition, they are afraid to tell their mother or grandfather. They turn to Uncle Flo, who has always been understanding about teenage issues, and he concocts a plan. Uncle Flo mentions to Stacey that he really doesn't like that mole or whatever it is on her cheek (the one that allows casual viewers to distinguish her from Darcey) and suggests that they go to Texas, where the best mole-removal clinics happen to be and where TLC (who are in on the plot) happen to have a dermatologist who will do the job for free). Since the twins go nowhere alone, Darcey will go, too, and because the girls have never seen a real cowboy, the girls will come along, too. The rest just writes itself: Uncle Flo reveals to Darcey that her daughters are pregnant and because they are in Texas, abortions don't exist. The girls deliver beautiful, perfect babies--twins! so four all together!) which are immediately adopted by Uncle Flo and Aunt Stacey. Stacey's nightmares come true when Uncle Flo reveals that he really and truly did *not* want a baby, plus he and Georgi are in love. The men take off together (to Turkey), and following seasons of Darcey and Stacey follow roughly the plot of "Full House"--easy peasy lemon squeezy. Boyfriends from the past make appearances, each with his own plot complications, and hilarity ensues. You're welcome.

And they scrunch them up *all the time* now, no matter what the emotion they're trying to convey. It's really terrible--and ugly as hell. I think they need to have their lips deflated to about 32 psi.

If I were to arrange to have my looks altered, or even "sculpted", or whatever the hell these two are doing in Turkey (in *Turkey* of all places, whose visiting president sicced his own security guards on American protesters on American soil, don't forget) without first talking it all over with my partner and taking his opinion into consideration (not to mention where is the money coming from, my daughters' college fund?) I wouldn't have any business being married or even engaged.

That, and all those root vegetables.

Finally, a glimpse of a sense of humor. These ladies yukked it up over Florida's inability to pronounce the word "fart." Which was a wake-up call for me. Of *course* it's all phony--once again I've been sucked in. I wonder if Georgi knows what's going on, and all those turnips and rutabagas have frozen his face into that DUH expression. The Silvas have no story except the turmoil of their love lives, not to mention a limited range of possibilities for plot development within that range: will Darcey get ANSWERS? will they be able to hash it out? Are their Slavic lovers with them for THE RIGHT REASONS? No matter how much evidence to the contrary, the Silvas don't believe their boyfriends are really divorced; they don't believe that their boyfriends really don't care about whether their creaky organs can create or carry a fetus; will they get what they deserve, which is unconditional LOVE? They are STRONG, INDEPENDENT women goddammit and then the tears WAH WAH WAH. Nothing outside of these tropes occurs on this show, and stupid me, I fell for it. And without this eternal churning churning churning of the same goddam drama, without even variations in vocabulary, these women have no jobs at TLC. On average, cast members on 90 Day Fiance earn from $13,000 to $18,000 per season. Couples get $1,000 per episode, plus a further $2,500 to appear in the tell-all. As the Silva twins have been on more than one season and have their own spin-off, their fees are likely more than the quoted figures. https://www.tvshowsace.com/2020/09/16/90-day-fiance-how-do-darcey-stacey-silva-afford-their-luxurious-lifestyle/

Go stand in the corner, you.

I finally figured out Darcey's big problem: the girl has *no* sense of humor, and is especially unable to laugh at herself. Georgi was pretty funny, suggesting that Darcey was maybe going to get gold teeth, like a rapper, or diamonds put in her teeth, and she was not just stoney--she acted *insulted*. I think if she had just *giggled* a little, her daughters would have laughed, and a lot of tension would have dissolved. Has anyone ever seen this woman have a good, hearty laugh at anything? Is she always on guard, always ready to take any comment as an insult? Maybe people do laugh at her and make fun of her appearance in her RL. Maybe she's so hurt by that that she can't have any fun at her own expense. But Jesus, take a breath. And Georgi--get the hell out of there. The only thing that even makes her smile is being told how sexy she is--now *that's* a laughing matter!

I do believe she must've had an eating disorder for her to have lost so much weight so quickly. Anorexia and bulimia are the only two I've ever heard of, and I know she didn't have anorexia because she doesn't have enough self-control to stick with *anything* for more than a day. I think she discovered she could continue to eat whatever she wanted in whatever quantities she wanted and lose weight at the same time if she stuck her finger down her throat after each time she ate. I think she could be motivated to do this long enough to lose so much weight, but I suspect she either got bored with it or heard about some of its side effects. I know a young woman, obese all her life (around 300 lbs. at barely 5' tall) who suddenly weighed 90 lbs. She decided it wasn't healthy and put it all back on, just like our Whitney.

Um, I think you mean le mariage.

Her hairline reminds me of that spray-on hair color that had little filaments in it that Ron Popeil hawked on late-night TV. There is something really weird about her hairline. Is it possible for her to have implants without shaving part of her hair? Her "date" with Blur was remarkable in that it wasn't a date at all. We heard her ask him last episode to give her a lesson in a memorable Parisian setting (but not the Eiffel Tower!!!!), and he said how about the Louvre and she said Yes please. So how is this a date? She is pathetically desperate for Blur to appear to be showing interest in her, and from what I see he barely considers her a tutee. Can she imagine a friendship with a man who is not gay without dragging in the prospect of the guy being interested in having sex with her? This episode was the first I've seen in a long time where she didn't append "and we had sex" every time she talked about Buddy. And another thing. How long has she been taking these lessons? And is she really paying for them? She can say bonjour and je m'appelle Whitney, which should take about five minutes to learn. She doesn't seem to have learned much French at all.

I've wondered about this, too. I have an arthritic knee that's beginning to make our stairs difficult, so we looked into these. They're really not that expensive. There's also the idea of re-doing the downstairs bathroom, if it's the bathroom that's the problem. Curious situation with several possible solutions. My biggest takeaway is that Whitney seems to have had her front upper incisors--her bunny teeth--ground down! I think she looks a lot better, face-wise.

Oh I forgot about that guy! What toes! He could have played the piano with them!

I'd like to think she's that involved, but I don't think she has any idea of how popular her kids are or aren't. She must know that they're attractive, but at the same time is surprised that the older one, at age 16, has been kissed. Nope, I'm sorry; I don't think Darcey is aware at all of anything about her daughters' lives, not even how "in" they are. She never talks about their friends or having friends over--she's totally uninvolved and disinterested. So far as she thinks about their lives at all, I agree with you that she compares their lives to her own apparently dowdy teen years, but I don't think it occurs to her that her daughters' lives are different from what her own was.

Nope--I don't know either. Maybe because there was a good chance it was cancerous and they might have to dig deeper or amputate the toe? You raise a good point.

The episode with this title I saw (Phila. area) showed a guy with a strange round bump on top of his toe, not a long one. It could be seen as an ET toe. They cut it off, fortunately it wasn't cancer, just another form of lipoma.

Kim should be put in prison and Barry institutionalized. Those children--all of them--should be placed with normal families to learn what life is like. They all need to attend a regular public school and the older ones exposed to opportunities like college and technical careers. If they still are life-impaired after high school, they should be placed in a group home with a job coach who will help them figure out what to do. Once they are all settled and happy in their lives, Kim can be let out of jail. Barry probably better stay in a pleasant but rigidly controlled institution. Otherwise there is no hope for any of them.

Well, thanks a lot. Had to do it, didn't you. <URP glug blauugggghhhh> all over the goddam keyboard.

Darcey has to be one of the worst parents in the world. Never have we heard her ask her girls about school, about outside interests, about their damn *lives*. They are window dressing for her, and because they seem to be such nice kids, they reflect well on her like nothing else in her life does. I've never seen her do *anything* with them to indicate that she has anything to do with how well they're turning out. I would love to see them with their father--I wonder if they have a stepmother?--or find out somehow who is helping them grow up into what seem to be well-behaved young women. I doubt that Darcey knows anything at all about their future plans, their interests in college or careers, and I think Darcey has just lucked into having such nice kids. Darcey showed some interest in their sex lives and was surprised to learn that things have changed since her own adolescence. They could teach her a thing or two about dealing with the opposite sex.

A thing that made me throw up in my mouth a little bit: Whitney has a Squatti-Potti. Think about *that* for a minute, if you dare. I will believe in her redecorating when I see: An accent wall made of reclaimed wood; patterned bathroom floor tile; a sliding barn door; a backsplash made of subway tile (she may already have this); white Shaker-style kitchen cabinets *see "Lakefront Bargain Hunt: Renovation" for the complete list.