The Whole World Has Gone Topsy-Turvy
No sentence Stephen King has ever penned can come close to the feeling of simultaneous terror and revulsion a person experiences when they hear something sensible coming out of Gloria's mouth:
I know that, Katherine. Don't get me wrong, I like Cane. He is handsome, he's charming, but let's face it, a year ago, he was chasing kangaroos in the outback and throwing shrimps on the barbie. He is not qualified to run an international cosmetics company.
Granted, the good points she's making are completely muddled by her lack of self awareness, as she's convinced herself that, as John's wife for a brief period of time, she and her grifter self have the sole legitimate claim to Jabot instead of, like, John's children or anything, but STILL. She's kind of right about Cane, a little bit. He IS handsome and he IS charming, but, to be honest, I'd be a little wary of getting the right amount of change back from him if he was waiting on me at Crimson Lights. The duh is strong with this one, you know? Especially since he's acting like a complete simpleton with his decision to marry Chloe. Even the most recent iteration of Lucky Spencer is like, "Dude, that doesn't seem wise..."
Gloria's brief detour into rationality was the highlight of the week thus far, but that's damning with faint praise, because this week has been epically boring. This week has also been heavy on the Devon, Tyra and Ana story. Coincidence? I think not.