Madame Crabanda

Madison is certainly not a natural raving beauty like some women are. I was incredulous when a few episodes back, she said something to the effect that with her looks, it had been very difficult for her to get ahead in her career because people thought of her as just a pretty face. I was like, "Sweetie, just stop all the extreme maintenance and you'll see what it's like to try to get ahead in a career without people thinking that."

As someone who has earned a living doing actual energetic healing, Tarot reading, and other metaphysical work, I would love to get Karla one on one and drill down on the nonsense she spouts. She would fold like a cheap suit if she were called on that drivel. And the people the show got to pose as healers and readers are pretty sad.

Karla is such a fake. She loves the attention she gets when she says she’s a “sound healer” yet she does not possess a true healing nature. Instead, she spreads toxicity by raining down her wrath, apparently for hours, on Juan as punishment for making the innocent statement that he had enjoyed something that didn't include her. She is so full of herself, she turned what looked like a fantastic once in a lifetime experience into an opportunity to pout in order to hammer home, “See what a bad person you are for making me feel like I was for one hour not the most important person in your universe." Her sour face in some of the photos just screams, "I'm a healer!" Doesn't it? As far as the negative energy she mentioned, I think that is a perfect example of “She who smelt it, dealt it.”

Why was Karla wiggling back and forth like a toddler who had to wee the entire time?

Am I the only one who thinks it is ironic and hilarious that two narcissists break up over a vanity?

Count me in as another who can't hit the Fast Forward fast enough when it's Shekinah and Sarper. Do narcissists realize how boring they are to normals?

Well, I am really old. 70. But I can still recall, back in the day, the difference between being with a) a guy who wanted me right now this minute, b) a guy who wanted me but maybe was a bit slower moving or was being respectful and waiting to be sure I was ready, and c) a guy who wasn’t interested, no way no how, no matter how many obvious or subtle innuendos or accidental touches I threw his way. There’s a vibe.

Is there a German word for feeling humiliation on behalf of someone else? I feel so bad for Becca. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but at this point I actually kind of miss the guy with all the sex toys. At least he was into his wife and she didn’t have to practically beg him to do the deed with her, and then be blatantly rejected over and over. It’s just embarrassing to watch, because you know that if he was into her, Austin would be, well, into her.

I was interested to hear that one of Nate's friends apparently found it appropriate and important to tell everyone at the wedding that Nate is a "freak in the sheets." Coupled with how naturally and easily he told the bachelor party dancer to "Get on your knees," I wonder if he likes his women submissive in the bedroom.

It was an amazing reflection about what happens in the real world to see Kellee have to sit there, unable to speak because of the rules of the game, while predator Dan gets to hold forth ad nauseum (with tears in his eyes, no less) about what a great guy he is and how he would never, could never....”Why, I have a wife.” So did Harvey Weinsten have a wife. “Why, I have a daughter.” So did Bill Cosby have a daughter. I’d love to be a fly on the wall of some of his “professional interactions.”

I think Jenny's goal was to groom Sumit simultaneously with her ancient, yellowed toenails. I could swear I remember her once asking Sumit, "When I'm old, will you change my diaper?" I think a significant part of the impetus for the older women to find younger men who need them financially and/or for the green card is that they are hoping to avoid having to eventually go into a nursing home, because they plan to have their 24/7 aide, in the form of their hubby, to care for them. She's just getting him accustomed to his permanent role as her nurse. With Ronald, I give him props for saying he was actually wearing his friend's jacket. Way back in the 90's, when I was a police clerk, pretty much every lowlife who was caught with drugs on them said they were just holding their friend's jacket. You know, like you do, because everybody just gives their jackets to their friends to hold or wear, without mentioning the LSD and heroin in the pockets. The hysterical thing to us clerks was, we knew that each and every one of them thought he was an absolute genius for coming up with such a sure-fire excuse. Tiffany must be really, really good at denial.

I stand corrected. It seemed reasonable to me to assume that quite a few people were aware, due to the fairly extensive news coverage, that Prince was in fact found dead in his elevator. But not everyone, so maybe not anyone who wrote the show or edited the music that coincidentally emphasized the word "elevator."

I was creeped out by the song they decided to go with at the very beginning. Of all the Prince songs or lyrics they could have chosen to have the family dancing to in the kitchen, they decided to start out with "...and if de elevator tries to bring you down/go crazy/punch a higher floor" and then the original recording is altered so that after a brief musical interlude, the very next words are "Are we gonna let de elevator bring us down?" How or why would the recording be edited that way if they were just enjoying some Prince music as they all what? cleaned up after a meal? Was this a special edit for elevator fans? Because it sure wasn't the original recording. Everyone knows that Prince was found dead in his elevator, right? That is some seriously messed up thing to emphasize on a sitcom. Just really strange.

This was disgusting. I got sucked into it from the first episode and broke my rule of never, ever watching a series until it’s concluded (with a proper conclusion that ties up at least a majority of the loose ends). If I were TPTB over the entire Universe, I would judge whoever made the decision to just cut the series off without a real finale. And their sentence would be this: That they would have to be in a white room, watching the series from beginning to finale, over and over, for the cumulative amount of time all viewers spent watching the series. And there would be a clock ticking it down. And when, after millions of hours, the clock finally ticked down to zero, they would be like, “OMG, it’s over, our sentence is finally concluded.” And a voice would say, “Do you call that a conclusion?” And the clock and the video would start up again.

This was so dull compared to Tabatha's other show. I like her so I'll keep watching in the hopes that it gets better. For the life of me, though, I couldn't do the kind of math where keeping the restaurants and probably working his butt off and hearing his children complain and disrespect his perfectly nice wife for 10 more years = $8 million and being fairly carefree.