Lea asks RJ if he wants a piece of pork, a piece of chicken or a little piece of pizza, and for a minute I think RJ is the dog the inexplicably young boy is playing with. Anywho, after he declines, Lea asks RJ (boy, not dog) to turn on the computer for her so she can watch Mr. Lea’s closing arguments. Apparently he’s working on a very high profile case defending a polo mogul (1% Job Title) who was involved in a fatal DUI. Lea interviews that the man in question, John Goodman (not the good one), was involved in an accident that unfortunately resulted in a fatality, and because the guy is well-known and affluent, the press and the plebs are having a grand old time hanging him out to dry. And you know what? Fair. I am both press and pleb, and I am biased toward the upper class because I am jealous and mistrustful of them. I don’t feel bad for you if you have more money than me. I know that’s shortsighted and biased, and I try not to let those feelings run so rampant that I misjudge innocent people, but I’m not always successful, and neither is the media.
But then I did some research. After finding out the dude claims he tested to twice the legal limit because he knocked a few back after the accident AND that he adopted his GIRLFRIEND in an effort to secure his assets, my sympathy waned and my biases reigned. Also, my respect for Lea was cut in half after listening to her whitewash this guy and explain to her son that drinking after an accident is acceptable if one has a head injury. Where the fuck do I begin?
Luckily RJ is already showing signs of a serious bullshit detector when he rolls his eyes at that explanation and posits that he would’ve wrapped a damn bandage on his head instead. Lea doesn’t have much to say about that.
I will say, I do respect Lea for standing by her man. I find it very hard to believe she buys the bullshit she’s spouting. If I were in that position (and I’m not ruling it out – defense attorneys make BANK), I wouldn’t differ with my husband in publicly regarding such a high-profile case either. Especially not when the 4th Estate was doing it for me. But I wouldn’t openly support him on national television.
Oh, and Lea met her husband when she was on jury duty for a case he was trying. ‘Cause that shit don’t stink. That shit don’t stink at all.
Thank God it’s time to move onto from that. Lisa, Adriana and their respective menfolks check out a sea-mansion so Frederic and Adriana can get some decorating ideas for their new mobile home. Because that’s what a boat is. Lisa interviews that the idea of Adriana living on a boat is fucking ridiculous. Especially since she claims to be giving up her own living space to move in with a man whose engagement ring she refuses to wear. Because she doesn’t want the ball and chain. Good luck, Frederic! Have you met Mark?