REALITY SHOW IDEA: It came from beneath The Dorrit’s Bed
This week’s episode is all about labels. The labels we give to people and the labels they give us.
The only difference is Luke Perry needed Botox
Carrie is talking with Mouse and Mags, she tells them that her Dad has labeled Sebastian- POISON. Mags suggest that she go out with a real loser, and her cop “friend” could help find someone, that way her Dad would PREFER she go out with Sebastian as opposed to some drug addict or someone on parole. Speaking of parents, Mags is afraid to tell hers that Walt gave her a one way ticket to single-town. Carrie hopes that Mags won’t make she and Mouse choose sides in the Mags / Walt break-up. Mags is confused as to why Carrie would even think she would make them pick sides? Carrie tells Mags that she is a “Drama Queen.”
I was about to call bullshit on the term “Drama Queen” being part of the 1984 Connecticut vernacular, but I did some research on the origin or this term, including WHEN it was first used. Looks like it’s a gay slur that originated in the 1970’s. So I’m pretty sure that teenage girls in CT who have spent all of 3 seconds in NYC would be totally hip to this phrase…not.
How Larissa doesn’t know that Carrie is a teenager is beyond. I mean, she’s not exactly Stockard Channing in Grease.
“She’s to pure to be pink”
Anna Sophia Robb looks like a 16 year old. Can Carrie even drive???
You’re a virgin who can’t drive
Larissa wants to know more about Carrie’s love life. Larissa tells Carrie that she once had an affair with her boss’s friend,
Sorry I’m late, Theresa Guidice’s closet was throwing up on me
Carrie is shocked- yet uses Drama Queen with wild abandon…Larrissa says “it’s not like you’ve never had sex.” Carrie replies that compared to Larissa she feels like she hasn’t. Puhleeeze, Carrie is the Donna Martin of this series. Let’s hope no one has to chant to get her ass to graduate.
DONNA MARTIN GRADUATES! DONNA MARTIN GRADUATES!
Cut to awkward Dad moment, standing flummoxed, in front of the “feminine protection” section.
WTF are these for?
He has no idea if he needs regular, super or super-plus? If it was my dad, he’d have to be in the agriculture section looking for horse tampons- I’m cursed with a heavy flow. Let’s back up. If my Dad had to buy tampons, I’d be an orphan, because he would have keeled over. Anyway, Dad tries to seek some advice from a lady standing nearby, he tells the lady he is a widower, which is, apparently, like yelling “PIZZA” at a pot party… the chick introduces herself as Celia and is ready to mount him in the middle of the tampon aisle. She tells him he probably wants “regular” (seriously, why do they even make REGULAR? For menstruating fleas? Does anyone use regular?), and to call her if she needs any help or advice. She writes her number on the box of tampons and scurries away. He puts the box back on the shelf and selects another one. Snap.
I had a witty caption, but then I noticed how these two look exactly alike in this picture… weird