the-grey-lady

For a woman who's DONE so frequently, she sure does spend a lot of time bellowing and screeching on my TV screen.

How many times are we going to be treated to the same conversation between Jenny and one of Sumit's friends/relatives? Sumit's friend/brother/mailman: Sumit's parents are against your relationship. Jenny: But I waaaaaaant them to supooooooort us! SF: They don't. Jenny: We have to maaaaaake them! SF: Um, no? Jenny: I don't think Smee's parents like meeeeee! SF: Yep, I just said that. Jenny: What am I going to doooooooo? Me [loudly, to be heard over the whining]: Find some other catfisher to glom onto?

Oh, man, no one's gonna say it... FINE. Stylish?! One damn sleepy panda t-shirt, and she acts like she's walking the runways of Milan!

Confidential to Michael in Nigeria: when you were strolling through the market with swearing, ranting Angela, I saw several lovely women whom you might consider getting to know, if you ever regain your sanity. From the few moments I saw them on screen, they did not seem prone to puking, screeching, arm-waving tantrums over almost every issue, including but not limited to: women at a table, the existence of women in general, aigs and the toting of, rats and other vermin, cell phone ringtones, and/or cervical biopsies. Just wanted to present you with some less-batshit options. As an aside, the next time Angela shrieks, "We are DONE!" over absolutely-fucking-nothing, please respond, "Okay."

A lot of people were hoping to see Victoria on BiP. A lot of men.

I swear stone-faced Sunhe didn't look remotely happy to be cancer-free. I think some part of her wanted the Illness Card to keep Maxi-Sunhe in line always.

I've watched Angela storm out of the expat meeting in a huff four times now. I still don't know what she was so damn upset about. And I don't understand why she can't go half an hour without shrieking like a banshee caught in a bear trap.

I give my husband the boyhood in Surrey speech at least a couple times a month.

Oh, man, the jokes write themselves. Joyful Belly, my ass. No one with a joyful belly obsesses about digestion as much as Janelle.

I've been doling these episodes out to myself, one a day, and I've almost finished season one. I can't BELIEVE how well this series has captured not only the books I was obsessed with during my childhood, but the early teen years. Holy crap, this show has nailed the end of middle school.

Okay, that's a fair point. Along with Pole's other less-than-charming traits, I would not be surprised to learn that he's a pathological liar. I'm sure he's fed Karine all kinds of bullshit about life in the U.S. Is she naive to believe what he tells her? Certainly, but then I think we knew that, too.

In what universe does that qualify as an article? "Woman posts picture on social media!!!!" Wow, there's a fast-breaking story.

But why does she expect that? How could she possibly expect Paul to provide a great house and be less of a fool? She's met him, hasn't she?

What's the next move? Have you considered shutting the fuck up every now and again?

Wow, the Cher/Dawn convo about Mimi getting the hell out of their house was a masterclass in gaslighting. "Oh, okay. I just thought I was HELPING. You'll have lots of time to spend her with her, later! I'm trying to give you a BREAK!" And then Cher fell all over herself reassuring her mom that she loooooves her sooooo much, and she's sooooooo grateful. Gross.