Come on, People! We need something interesting to watch -- well, something besides Sarah Connor , that is -- and this show is dull, dull, dull. The women are completely self-involved and wear the biggest earrings this side of Paula Abdul. I’d like to put them all in a cabin in the woods for a year (Paula, too) and see if we can right the wrongs of their complicated world.
Zoe spends a few days in Boston with colleague Clayton and research analyst Katherine, a.k.a. “Business Barbie.” The plan is to acquire a Facebook-type business from a couple of young geeks, but things get complicated when Katherine suggests they lower their fee and the guys go for it. Then she and Clayton stumble into his hotel room that night in a drunken stupor, much to Zoe’s chagrin. She’s not surprised when Clayton calls it off and Katherine threatens a sexist lawsuit, then suddenly gets promoted to associate. It’s corner-office hell.
Juliet deals with the fallout from Davis’s philandering and decides to retaliate by bedding down Bobby. I mean, really, couldn’t she pick someone less creepy? Less Willem Dafoe-ish? Anyway, she can’t go through with it – probably because it would have given her slasher-movie nightmares – but insinuates to Davis that it happened, i.e. “we’re even.” Ok, when did marriage become such a freakin’ competition?
I’m starting to think Caitlin’s got the right idea. She finally calls Alicia again and they arrange to meet for coffee – even though the bloggers are having a field day with blind items about a certain cosmetic executive who might be gay. Guess it wasn’t that big of a deal, because the two girls end up lip-locking in the middle of a busy street.
Mia has to deal with Jack’s last business decision before leaving the publishing company (and her) – a “Modern Man” cover depicting a guy on a plate in front of a hungry woman. Yeah, no double meaning there. Mia wants to kill the cover, but ends up writing an editorial from the “modern woman” about how men should accept the fact that women can be their equals, bosses, whatever. And when I say whatever, I mean whatever, as in who cares?
News Flash: The girls actually had real FOOD on their plates at their daily therapy lunch. Ok, so it was plain lettuce leaves, but still, it’s a step closer to getting out of that anorexic thing they’ve got going.
