Now don’t get me wrong, it’s not like the show’s filled with deeply complex male characters, but the women… my God.
We’ve got Jenny, the unknowing widow, who can’t seem to stop having completely regrettable sex.
And then there’s Huey’s widow, whose name I frankly don’t care to look up. Her mob boss husband just got wacked and she’s leaning hard on a young man she barely knows, but inexplicably trusts. You know who would never fall for Tommy’s shit (even with those abs)? Carmella Soprano.
And Mama Donnelly? Bitch is crazy, y’all. She thinks its ArtGirl’s fault that Sean got his face smashed open. It’s a good thing her sons aren’t man enough to tell her that it’s Kevin’s gambling debts that lost Pretty Boy the first part of his title.
My favorite part of this week’s episode was when Sampson taught us how to treat a lady: bed her and then inform her former (and I thought secret, but apparently not) lover. You know, just so everyone’s on the same page.
Why are all the major female characters widows? How did Louie's cell phone keep its charge for so long? Why am I still watching this show?
I don't wanna watch Desperate Housewives. I don't have time to fit it into my viewing schedule and frankly, I can't stand Gabrielle or Lynette or Teri Hatcher. Or that girl who plays Teri Hatcher's daughter. So don't expect me to follow you over to that soapy "satire" just because you're a-going*.
