Mothra

I think it's time to Rapture the whole lot of them off my tv (looking at you, god).

I continue to be in love with this show. What a wonderful story! The Natasha actress--and the Bobbi one, too--are wonderful, but learning in this episode that the baby's father is still alive--whoa! That actor is fabulous. In an early episode, he tells Helen that he knows she finds him repulsive, and I thought bingo-stingo. That's *exactly* what that guy is: repulsive. I hope that poor actor looks better cleaned up, or I hope there are lots of roles for repulsive-looking men because if that's really how he looks, well, he's going to be type-cast forever. Those kids were terrifying--Children of the Corn much?--and I was really worried they had killed Mrs. Eaves. What a cast this show has! And what a story it tells!

But wait: Moriah knows that (some) women/girls dress this way, yet she doesn't know that boys kiss girls? The Plaths totally missed the boat on becoming Duggars 2.0. For one thing, that whore Kim and her makeup! Can you imagine Ofjimbob in (gulp) mascara? Oh well--grifters gotta grift. For the record, I agree with those who raise an eyebrow at "a much older co-worker" and "wingman." My bet is on the love that still dares not speak its name among this crowd. And I know Max has been upset over Moriah's sluttish appearance for a long time, and I'm sure that's been an underlying source of discontent--but the wailing and "I can't talk about it it's so awful" and MEN CRYING?!! over a fucking KISS?

I laughed my way through this whole episode. Sure these kids were raised whack-a-doo, but Moriah has been out of the compound for a while now and has been exposed to all kinds of normal life. I believe carrying on like that over a kiss was fake. I think Max did something worse that they are unwilling to expose on tv. I do not believe Moriah would go nuts over a kiss. And when are people going to listen to me--it is not necessary or in 99% of cases desirable to "confess" transactions that your partner is unlikely to find out about? I'm not talking about concealing an affair; I'm talking about a one-time slip-up that doesn't really change anything in your relationship if you don't tell. "Confessing" is a shitty thing to do, designed to make the transgressor feel better and doing nothing at all for the wounded party other than making him/her feel really really bad. I am extremely old so you can trust me on this one. Just keep your damn mouth shut. Otherwise, another hilarious episode.

I like this show, too, and a lot. This episode struck me as being a good story, well-told, that had me totally enraptured. I thought the baby was going to end up as a solstice sacrifice, too, and I wondered what all those women were feeling about having a male among them. If this had been the final episode, I'd be gnashing my teeth (what's left of them--old people aren't supposed to get cavities!) and I think the solstice sacrifice would've been a neat way to tie it all up. But wait--there's more! Yay! I think we kind of suspected Mrs. Eaves' history with His Nibs went back farther than we've seen in the story we've been told. This is a delicious show. ETA: I meant to say, too, that I was sure we were going to see clues among the clay figures Mom was making (and wasn't it great to see one of the Cusacks showing how it's done--once again. What a family) but we didn't. Not that clues or "clues" matter all that much to me--I really don't care much about the mysteries of the story; just keep telling it, please.

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Has any network TV show ever had so many lesbians written into the script? I'd say easily 60% of the women doctors turn out to be lesbians, 65-70% if you count bisexuals. At the same time, the writers don't seem to know how real lesbians interact with each other--they're all so awkward, with their talk of the "mountains" up north and going below the equator. Yet they press on, piling lesbian on top of lesbian. Let two female characters find themselves alone in an elevator, and by the time they reach the second floor, they're tentatively smooching each other. I think lesbian characters are great, but how likely is it that this one hospital should employ so many lesbians, many of whom didn't realize they were attracted to other women? Gay men, on the other hand, do seem to know what they're doing sexually, and the percentage of gay v. straight at this one hospital strikes me as more realistic. But why do the writers insist on so many lesbians when they clearly don't know what lesbians are like sexually with each other?

I need some guidance. I feel I'm wrong, but I don't know how to fix this. When Chance got out of prison, he was horrible and scary, and I figured he was going to beat Taylerr up at the very least. But it seems to me that as the season progressed, Chance really made an effort and changed his behavior, being more gentle and protective of T. and her daughters. I think he might turn out to be a nice guy (albeit with a pile-driving dick). Help me back onto the Chance hate train--I don't want to like *any* of these guys, but Chance is growing on me despite myself.

This show requires massive suspensions of disbelief, especially if you binge it. I never watched it when it was live, but I needed a show with maximum number of seasons for help with insomnia, so I've been watching and rewatching. Forgetting all the medical stuff that anybody who's ever been in a hospital (or a doctor's office), what cracks me up the most is how they are constantly telling each other what superb surgeons they are, but if you're a patient being told that you need a simple, easy, quick operation, you might as well pick out your coffin and say goodbye to your loved ones. You're going to die. Also, "mets"? "Lacs"? "Sats"? Snort, snort and snort. After a few seasons, they stopped saying "sats"--I guess they finally decided that "sats"--for saturations? I guess--was stupid, since anybody with one of those things they clip on your finger could tell the doctor what the "sat" was, or "sats" (?) were. And do they know what metastases are? "Lacs" just gives me a headache. And another thing: They all say "eye-ther." Does everybody else in the world but me say "eee-ther?" Am I the only person who hears "eye-ther" rarely and "eee-ther" all the time? There's more, but it'll have to wait. Covid has me afraid to go anywhere, so now I'm obsessive-compulsive about GA and crotchety enough to want to write it all down. Don't get me started on their inability during the first, what, ten? seasons to say the word "vagina."

I think this show is hilarious. I'm a sick, sick person, I know, but that wonderful baby and poor Natasha! How *will* she get rid of him without bringing doom? I agree that the baby deserves an Oscar, but I think Natasha is played perfectly.

It is rather breathtaking, isn't it, how these young women think that their extra-TM ventures, like Kail's podcasts (which pay more than TM? I'd like to see the receipt), will continue to be successful after the connection to TM is severed. Do they think anyone on earth is interested them--and will pay money to express that interest--once their sleazy lives are off MTV? Farrah, afaik, is the only one who's continued to make money, and I suspect porn was always the ultimate career for her anyway, MTV or not. I'd like Kail to be suspended rather than fired, just to see her come crawling back.

I wondered if that enormous nail fixed her ankle in a 90-degree position--I don't see how she could flex her ankle with that thing holding her foot rigid. If that's the case, she's still limited as to footwear--no high heels! But still, to be rid of what must have been unbearable pain (although she bore it; I don't think I could've) I guess being "condemned" to flats would be worth it.

Briana always manages to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory. Luis is finally making a gesture toward being a father to Stella by calling her frequently. Instead of letting that relationship develop at its own pace, she tries to force the two fathers together at a lunch, where Luis, who is only beginning to get his daughter to warm up to him, will be in direct competition with Devoin, whom Stella loves and trusts. Why should Luis want to put himself in that situation, where he is sure to be rejected by Stella? I don't blame him for not showing up, but he should never have agreed to it in the first place. It seems that every time one of these men takes a step forward, Briana shoves him into moving too far, too fast. She and her mother are real witches. And now she's going to cut off Luis entirely--and blame it on him!

I want to see Santiba naked, I really do. Isn't she the one who had WLS and lost a million pounds? Did she have excess skin removed? Her body looks funny to me, and I want to see it naked. I lost a lot of weight (on my own) and I want to tell you the unedited body is something to behold. Even with sculpting surgery, those women on TV don't have bodies I'd want to spring on a suitor without lots of warnings and assurances that he loved me for my mind. Think Grandma's wrinkly neck, only all over.

I wonder about this, though. I'm not sure that they stood out for their obesity. There are swaths of obesity, especially throughout the South, where overweight is normal. I wonder what their classmates looked like--I'd like to see some photos from their yearbooks. Actually, I don't doubt that some of the family was bullied about their looks. I think maybe Chris looked OK, especially if he played football. And there's one sister, maybe two who are sort of pretty. If they all had those Brahman bull lumps of fat on their foreheads, well, that's another story. If they attended a school full of obese kids who all drank sweet tea morning till night, maybe they didn't stick out so much. Maybe.

And it fit him well! Usually these reveals are sort of embarrassing because the suit really is a little (or a lot) too small. He is a success story. I truly thought Tammy was going to die, that we would have the black screen of judgment giving dates of birth and death, but thank dog she survived. Finding out she was smarter (or at least a better student) than her siblings must've made it triply hard to have them telling her what to do, nagging her constantly. I hope she stays in rehab long enough to get a handle on her weight.

Me too. I don't watch the supersized shows because you don't really learn anything interesting, but I wish we could have a followup or followups say at one, then five years. It's the long term effect of the surgery that's the real test.

Even if there were no other issues, this one alone imo justifies making polygamous marriage illegal or at least not recognized as legitimate. And while Kody is the supreme asshole of all time (he didn't realize Ysabel was in so much pain, when we all sat here and watched her tell him repeatedly that she was in terrible pain) I do appreciate his concern over Covid spread. If he were truly the patriarch he wants to be, though, he would have laid down the law early on, allowing no exceptions to behavior he felt was safe. I wonder if they are vaccinated--oh, yeah. Sure they are. I want to punch dumbass Janelle, who needs land for multiple greenhouses (because she will grow all their food and have leftover to sell) and who encourages Gabe to continue to socialize outside the family (he and his girlfriend make out with masks in place) and I want to send smartass Gabe to a Chinese re-education camp. These two are amazingly ignorant about Covid and how it is spread. If that family becomes infected, I will know who's to blame. If I were a worse person than I am, I would hope that obese Janelle who sounds to me as if she has asthma gets Covid and winds up on a ventilator. Run, Christine, run!

When this spinoff was announced, I vowed that I would never watch it. I should never second-guess myself.

How you were raised (clean home vs hoarded home) undoubtedly makes a big difference in how you live as an adult. Amy reminded me of myself in a twisted way: my mother was a very good housekeeper, not obsessive, and our house always was clean and neat. But, due I'm sure to some rogue gene, whenever she told me to clean up my room, I truly didn't understand what she meant. My response always was to start emptying out my dresser drawers and and putting things back in a more orderly fashion. "Cleaning my room" meant to me a sort of massive spring cleaning sort of thing, when my mother meant pick up your clothes off the floor and make your bed. We had lots of arguments over my room, and it's only as an adult that I understand what my mother meant. I needed to be told explicitly what she wanted me to do. I wonder if Amy is a little like that, needing someone to say "first, wash and put away all the dishes." When that's done, "gather up all the toys and put them in a box out of the way" and so on. Especially being raised by a hoarder, she probably has no idea of what "cleaning up" is. She needs an organizer, sure, but more than that I think she needs someone to direct her in precisely what to do, every day.

He was just glad to see her.

As The Temptations' legal representative, I hereby formally require that Daonte decease and cyst from comparing his silly red outfit to anything my elegant clients have ever worn. The idea that the mighty Temps would trash up their graceful and restrained performances with anything approaching pre-tied bow ties gives my clients the vapours. If Daonte persists in this desecration of my clients' image, retribution will be swift and terrible. This is the final and only warning. I mean cyst and deceased. I was drunk.

Me too. We live next to a protected orchard--it can never be built on--and when the weather turns cold we get mice. But we also have a cat. Field mice are beautiful little creatures but impossible to toilet train. Well, Chris is going to get his surgery despite having gained weight. The fact that he gained weight is another reason he should mind his own business. And I hope Amy's being forced to face her failure to provide a clean, safe environment for her baby gives her a tiny taste of what it feels like to be told you're a loser. She certainly needs to mind her own business, and I hope she understands that. And I hope Chris takes every opportunity to point that out

Their mother may be the most hateful person I've ever seen (and I watched Steven Assante) but I don't think she's to blame for her daughters' heft. That family is condemned--every damn one of them--by their genes to be circus-fat-lady obese, and there's not not one thing any of them can do to avoid that legacy. I wonder if there's any way one of them could lose significant amounts of weight and keep it off. If you can get a PhD in fatology, right there is your doctoral thesis. You're welcome.

Thank you! that's probably exactly what happened. My ophthalmologist told me my hallucinations were probably being caused by floaters, but that one would be difficult to ascribe to floaters. Floaters, or loss of marbles--your choice. It's good to know it's neither.