I'm seriously loaded up on DayQuil and Claritin and about thirty other things, so my brain's not working well enough to say much about last night's episode of The Fosters, but as my sappy love for this sweet, sentimental show is my main proof that I'm not 100% cynic and might even have a good heart in there somewhere, I have to at least check in. Right?
Thankfully, after last week's semi-debacle, the show had a steadier outing this time. Stef broke a few rules, but no laws. BABY STEPS, y'all! Speaking of steps, Connor only got shot in the foot. I shoot myself in the foot all the time, it's no big deal! (Nasty colds turn me into a ninety-year old who just loves puns and word play humor! HEAL ME PLEASE.) This is a huge relief, and pretty damn lucky for Taylor's father, who just randomly shoots a gun into the dark when he hears noises in a house he shares with his family. ("Doesn't California have a Stand Your Ground law?" asks Brandon, to which Stef replies, "Something like that." Well, that explains it perfectly, I guess everything's fine now!)
It appeared that Connor had blamed the whole thing on Jude to his dad, but in the loveliest reveal ever, we learn that Connor's dad is full of shit (we already knew that) and that was just his excuse to explain to Lena why Connor and Jude can no longer see each other. Because guess what Connor really told his father, as we found out later via Taylor's borrowed phone?
Yes! This is most excellent news!
It's not immediate good news for Jude and Connor's budding romance, of course, because Connor's father is NOT PLEASED. But it's good news for self-realization and honesty and truth and all that great stuff. Because this isn't just Connor coming out to his dad, it's Connor coming out to Jude, to Taylor, and most importantly to himself.
And so again I say: Yes!
In other news, Monte's on my list now. She's really not so bad, and she's been a good friend to Lena. Fine, fine.
And Lena's probably confided in her a little too much about hyper-personal stuff, and that's not her fault. But now she's outright flirting with Lena (while in the middle of telling her how she shouldn't date subordinates... so what's this?). And worst of all, she pulls that "Ugh, men are the worst, maybe I should try women, that would be so much easier" hogwash that the world is yet to be rid of. Monte, that is possibly the LITERAL WORST thing you can say to a lesbian when you're trying to be a friend.
Seriously, why do people say that? It's so obnoxious. (Frankly I don't think Sherri Saum really sold how annoyed Lena would be at that, but of course Saum doesn't really know this viscerally as in real life she's Mrs. Antonio Vega [aka Kamar de los Reyes], a gig most recently held by Jessica Buchanan and her thirty-five alters.)
And this is the perfect time for Monte to be moving in, too, because things are not pretty between the Adams-Fosters, though they don't really speak much to each other during this episode. Yet again, Stef springs some nonsense on Lena without running it by her by bringing Ana to stay at their home, I guess till the baby's born? STOP TAKING IN EVERYONE. Get a puppy!
Where was I? Oh. I enjoyed that Brandon was trying to teach Jesús to drive. I like Brandon in sibling mode, and the two of them often go half a season without interacting, so it's nice to see them act like brothers. And Jesús actually gave Brandon good advice about a girl! Will wonders never cease? Apparently it didn't occur to Brandon that he shouldn't just wait for Lou to stop being hurt that he bailed on the summer tour. It took the wisdom of Jesús to help him see the error of his ways. That's a real sentence.