The Hot & the Neverending
First, let's talk about RJ. Who, you ask? Yeah, I'd completely forgotten he exists, too. Despite about half the scenes on the show taking place at Brooke and Ridge's home, despite Brooke and Ridge being on at least three episodes each week, I had completely forgotten they actually have a young son. It's not so much that he doesn't turn up very often -- there's not a whole hell of a lot to do with little kids on a soap (there are some notable exceptions, of course, such as little Starr on OLTL and little Robin on GH for starters) unless they're being kidnapped or in the middle of a custody or Who's-the-Daddy storyline -- but even so, the last time I remember seeing him was well over a year ago right around the time Thomas and Brooke were in that plane crash. Regardless of frequency of appearance, they never even mention his name! So imagine my surprise when Daddy Ridge had a brief phone conversation with him yesterday. Apparently he's at camp and not off getting SORAS'ed into a college student with a chiseled face and six-pack abs, and he's certainly not coming home for his sister's wedding. Why would he? She'll have plenty more. It's kind of her thing.
Anyway, his parents had some sexytimes that were hot, y'all. They talked about surprises and Brooke told Ridge she had a special surprise for him right now.
To which he responded, "Yum."
I really don't even want to dignify the other issue we need to reflect on by actually discussing it, but it's really unavoidable.
Liam is out partying and getting wasted the night before his next wedding (is it his fifth at this point, I think?), and because the writers really seriously know what today's youth are up to when they party...
Liam actually put a lampshade on his head. Now, I don't do so much clubbing anymore in my old age, but let's just say back in my Limelight days I would not have even know where to procure a lampshade in the club. But you know? I suppose it fits Liam, the early-20's dude with a high-level executive job, an addiction to marriage, and a love for Bob Hope. Certainly someone like that would express "had too much to drink" in the same way bad comic strips did in 1958.
And I don't even want to talk about the dancing.
Do we have to talk about the dancing?