Jumpin' Jack Flash
Ohmigod, you guys. I am so in love with Peter Bergman that I am thinking of checking myself into a thingy to get the help I so desperately need.
Is it his incredible acting talent? Is it the fact that I've recently overdosed on clips of Cliff and Nina? Is he fact that he manages to make a sort of douchey character somewhat dreamy because of his deep voice and awesome hair? Is it all of the above? I don't know. But I am going to go make t-shirts that say You Can Deliver My Baby, Jack!
Seriously, I hope this child turns out to be Jack's. I don't know why Nick would lie about the paternity test like that, but Lynn Marie Latham has written dumber stories, so that can be explained away. And maybe Phyllis would finally get a piece of humble pie for being such an asshole over the past few months. Sorry, Phyllis, but having pretty hair doesn't mean that you can be a jerk and not even the jerk you were when you first came back to town because that was awesome but just a run of the mill jerk who thinks that bagging a Newman makes you royalty.
As silly as the setup was and as irritating as Phyllis has become, I have to give major love to Peter Bergman (<3) and Michelle Stafford for ruling at life.
Speaking of sad...Brad's turtlenecks. Why? Just...why? It's like wardrobe knows that Don Diamont is limited in terms of acting ability, so they use his clothing to convey the emotions he's too wooden to express. Like, a suit means that he's being cutthroat and business like; being in a black t-shirt means that he's angry and ready to kill someone with his thighs; no shirt means that he's amorous; turtleneck means that he's shy and in love. I don't know. I know on a rational level that the turtleneck is not as offensive as the white button down/black plaid bathmat Sharon is wearing, but it bothers me in a really big way.
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