BLAIR: “Pull my finger.”
DOROTA: “Just because you are ‘with child,’ doesn’t mean you have to act like one, Miss Blair.”
Greetings, Upper East Siders! I don’t know about you, but I learned A LOT from this week’s episode of Gossip Girl . . . Let’s see, I learned about a “disease” called “conversion disorder,” which apparently makes you jump from rooftops, crash motorcycles, and pay guys to beat you up.
In other words, it turns you into Bella Swan, circa New Moon
I learned that there are actually people who are more than willing to beat you up for cash (it’s a recession economy, after all). And I learned the difference between bulimic puking and pregnancy puking. And you just never know when these things are going to come in handy!
Thanks Gossip Girl!
Let’s get on with the recap, shall we?
Friends don’t let friends . . . have tender boobs.
“Is this going to involve us getting into stirrups? Because my Brazilian Wax isn’t until next week. . .”
Your first gynecological pregnancy check-up . . . it’s a Right of Passage . . . or at least, that’s what I’m told. As such, many women prefer not to experience it alone. Some drag their husbands along, others their friends, still others, their mothers. Dorota brings her boss, which is probably why she felt obligated to wear her uniform to the checkup, complete with that weird doily thing she always wears on her head.
“Is that my sanitary napkin on your head?”
(Seriously, what IS that? And what sort of function does it have in the complex world of housekeeping? I mean, it’s not large enough to be a hairnet, and not circular enough to be a scrunchie. So, what does it DO for Dorota, aside from make her look
ridiculous cute. Inquiring minds want to know . . .)
“Have you reviewed this doctor’s credentials, Dorota? Because I’m pretty sure I saw him recently on an episode of Law and Order, SVU.”
When the doctor arrives, Blair peppers the poor schlub with TONS of icky personal questions about “Dorota’s” pregnancy symptoms, including, but not limited to, her breast tenderness (gag), her morning sickness (double gag), her sensitivity to smells (ick), and her fatigue . . . (Well, OK, I can live with that). Of course, it’s not until Blair inquires about how long “Dorota” must wait to be able to determine the father of her baby, that both the housekeeper and the doctor, become suspicious.
“Actually, I am not suspicious. This is just my usual facial expression.”
The doctor got so suspicious in fact, that he LEFT, instructing Dorota to come back another time, ALONE. (Really, Doctor? You got scared off by someone asking you a couple of sensitive questions? Talk about a lack of bedside manner! Perhaps, you received your medical degree online?)
Since the happily married Dorota is damn near certain about the paternity of her baby (Then again, you never know with those saucy Russian Maids Perpetually Dressed in French Maid Halloween Costumes), she puts two and two together, and figures out that her little Blair-ipoo is, in fact, with child.
Yeah . . . I just really love this GIF.
Dorota is THRILLED by the prospect of being able to share the “wonders of pregnancy” with her boss / friend / surrogate daughter. “We are like sisters now,” she exclaims, downgrading that to cousins, upon noticing Blair’s horrified response.
“Right . . . sisters . . . like I would really be related to someone who willingly wears toilet paper on her head.”
Unfortunately, Blair is not exactly ready to share Dorota’s excitement about her upcoming
Baby Bass bundle of joy. For one thing, she’s neither married, nor out of college yet . . . for another . . . duh . . . she DOESN”T KNOW WHO THE DADDY IS! CHUCK! CHUCK! IT HAS TO BE CHUCK’S!
“No one must know,” Blair warns Dorota, as she makes the first of her trademark I’m Going to Hurl Faces, of which we get different variations throughout the episode.
You can practically FEEL the chunks rising. Now THAT’s good acting!
You know what else I loved about this scene? The fact that the song “Pumped Up Kicks” was playing during it . . . a song that sounds all sweet and innocent, but when you listen to the lyrics is actually about a psycho kid on a killing spree. How VERY appropriate for this “sweet” gyneological moment between a girl and her maid . . .
Elsewhere, on the Upper East Side . . .
Slutty Cougars are Better than Viagra (AND they can get you a job!)
“And if you are a really good lay, Ill take your for a Happy Meal at McDonald’s, when we’re finished.”
Ahhh . . . Nate. For a guy who’s had more Random Guest Star Girlfriends than any male character on the entire CW network, he SURE does fall hard and fast for the floozies, doesn’t he? All it takes is a couple of LA sex romps with the mysterious “Diana,” and suddenly Nate can’t get it up for ANY OTHER ANONYMOUS FLOOZIES! (Oh the horror!)
You know what they say, once you go OLD, you never go back . . . (OLD-ER! I meant old-er, I swear!)
This becomes immediately apparent when ONE of these random floozies dashes out of Nate’s bed, complaining about “guys on anti-depressants.” And you know what “anti-depressants” tend to do to Mr. Happy, don’t you, boys and girls?
I have to say, I think Chuck had a point when he said that Nate’s apparent Mommy Issues, tend to manifest themselves in him becoming obsessed with sexual partners who are old enough to be his mother. (Well, when you put it THAT way, it just sounds gross..) I’m not necessarily sure this explains his tendency to date scheming stalkerish psychopaths, however.
Nate spends a good portion of this episode (as in about four-and-a-half minutes of his total eight minutes of screentime) trying to find out any information he can about his mysterious Mrs. Robinson-type. But then, (SURPRISE!) she finds him. No . . . really . . . I mean she stalks him all the way from LA to right in front of his mother’s doorstep, in the Upper East Side.
NATE: “Where have you been all my life?”
DIANA: “Well, around the time you were born, I was probably getting felt up behind the bar at a frat party. After that, it’s all pretty much one big blur.”
Apparently, “Diana” has some business agenda. She manages The Spectator, an LA-based
tabloid newspaper that she wishes to bring to the East Coast, and, for reasons I couldn’t quite comprehend, needs Nate’s mother’s approval, in order to do it. Maybe I would have gotten more out of this particular storyline, if I wasn’t so distracted by Nate and “Diana” randomly HAVING SEX UP AGAINST THE ARCHIBALD’S OUTDOOR SECURITY GATE!!!! Way to stay classy, Professional Businesswoman Person!
This is one of those times when I kind of wish Gossip Girl was on HBO. Because I bet Chace Crawford’s ASS (among other things) is OUTSTANDING!
Nevertheless, Nate somehow manages to secure “Diana” his mother’s backing,
by telling her what a great lay she is, perhaps. And “Diana” returns the favor, by offering Nate an internship at her crappy tabloid professional newspaper, as opposed to the plum, GUARANTEED CAREER- MAKING internships with Goldman Sachs, etc., that were originally offered to Nate.
“I major in Cougar Studies, with a minor in Pot Brownie Baking.”
It must be nice to
think with your weiner all the time be so friggin wealthy that little things like one’s future career path mean nothing in comparison to sexual opportunities with women almost over child-bearing age. (Because, hey, at least pregnancy isn’t as substantial a possibility? Right? Chuck Bass, take note! ;))
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Meanwhile, on the opposite coast . . . .
“Call Me Serena, “Ivy/Charlie = The WORST Waitress, Girlfriend, Cousin, and Roommate EVER (But at least she’s consistent!)
“I also dress like that chick from the show Blossom.”
So, here’s the thing. I’m a little worried about Serena. (What else is new, right?) But wait . . . it’s not necessarily for the reason you would expect. On one hand, I LIKE New, Perky, Optimistic, Non-Boy Obsessed, Job-Oriented Serena.
“Holding important looking folders is a tough job, but somebody has to do it.”
In fact, I probably like her more than I’ve liked ANY incarnation of Serena since Season 1. It’s just that . . . I think she might suffer from a brain disorder . . . specifically, whatever Drew Barrymore had in 50 First Dates . . .
Serena HAS to be suffering from some kind of selective amnesia! How else could she exist on this show for FIVE SEASONS, and not have learned by now that you can NEVER, EVER trust the pretty Guest Star! Heck, this isn’t even a NEW Guest Star! “Call Me Serena” Ivy Charlie was a big ole wackadoo the FIRST TIME SHE WAS ON THE SHOW!
I mean, sure, chalk it up to the “lack of anti-psychotic medication.” Tell me that she was “just playing a part for some cash.” I DON’T CARE! B*TCH IS OBVIOUSLY CRAZY!
She also wears weird pants. (And not in a cute, charming or adorable way, either. More like in a Charles Manson, Jeffrey Dahmer, Octo-Mom kind of way.) RUN SERENA! RUN FAR AND FAST!
But I’m getting ahead of myself here. Let’s start at Ivy continuing to pretend to be Serena’s cousin, while the pair, frolic around LA. Nevermind the fact that Ivy’s adorable live-in, wanna-be chef boyfriend just followed her to LA, so she could pursue her “acting dreams,” and has no idea what a scheming little wench he is dating . . . Nevermind the fact that Ivy left her new JOB as a waitress to play the part of the Trust Fund baby, and will now have no way of paying rent. Just . . . well . . . nevermind.
“You and your creepy cotton candy pants, don’t deserve me and my adorableness.”
Things are going great for “Call Me Serena” Ivy / Charlie until Serena drops the REAL bomb on her. She’s staying in LA . . . AND looking for an apartment . . . AND she wants “Charlie” to live with her.
Wait . . . I’m sorry . . . but WHAT THE F*&K? I get that she’s your relative, Serena. And I know you feel a bit bad for her, because she didn’t grow up filthy rich like you, and has “mental problems,” but do you not remember that this is the same girl who tried to dress up like you, asked your ex-boyfriend to call her BY YOUR NAME, when he had sex with her, and pretty much went all SINGLE WHITE FEMALE ON YOUR ASS? This is who you want to live with? You don’t know anything about this girl, and everything that you know is BAD.
“Oh . . . well, when you put it THAT way.”
WHAT . . . IS . . . WRONG . . . WITH . . . YOU!
Now faux-Charlie (See, I can’t even decide what I’m supposed to call this girl!) REALLY has to tap dance to get out of living with Serena, because Golly GEE she ISN’T really her cousin, doesn’t really have access to the Van Der Woodsen Trust Fund, and is already living with her adorable boyfriend who, as I mentioned, knows NOTHING about this con. So, faux-Charlie tries her best to find polite reasons why she can’t live with Serena. But girlfriend simply REFUSES to take no for an answer.
And they think CHUCK has a Death Wish . . .
Of course, rather than coming clean about NOT being Charlie, faux-Charlie ends up getting dragged into going apartment hunting with Serena. What’s worse, so as not to hurt Serena’s feelings, and make her think she doesn’t want to be her roommate, faux-Charlie ends up giving the realtor one of “Charlie’s” checks to help cover the downpayment. (Who knew con-artists were so sensitive to other’s fragile egos?)
Now thoroughly freaked out, faux-Charlie quickly calls the realtor to get back the check, only to learn that it was bad (SURPRISE), and that it was returned to Serena. (Yeah, because that’s what realtors do when you write bad checks, give them to YOUR FRIENDS, instead of YOU!)
Logical explanations aside, faux-Charlie is SO busted! At least, that’s what she thinks, which is why she runs to her poor sweet schlub of a boyfriend (his name is Max, by the way), and tells him she is SO done chasing after HER dreams (after two weeks). It’s high time they started chasing after HIS dreams for a change . . . FAR AWAY in Portland.
“Wait . . . this means I don’t get any more screentime, doesn’t it? YOU B*TCH!”
“Max” seems confused by faux-Charlie’s sudden change of heart, but readily agrees to move to Portland, probably because he is SO whipped you can practically see the rope marks on his body through his clothing. Max then promptly quits his new restaurant job, so that he can start packing. (You’ve really gotta love the tremendous work ethic these two have!)
Now, faux-Charlie is relieved because she’s actually dumb enough to think that she can run away, without the girl she just screwed over for cash on an apartment, will not realize that she left. (Then again, given Serena’s obvious amnesia issues, this is actually a distinct possibility.) But alas, Serena now KNOWS where she lives. And worse, she is waiting outside her apartment to utter the oh so cliched, pre-commercial break line, “I know what’s going on here.” (Or something like that . . .)
*insert dramatic music here* (By the way, is Serena wearing SHOULDER PADS?)
Of course, us veteran TV watchers know this as code for, “I am COMPLETELY off base as to what is actually going on here. But I want to make you worry about what I know, throughout the commercial break . . .
Back from commerical break, we finally find out what Serena thinks she knows. And believe it or not, it’s actually a lot more plausible than the REAL reason faux-Charlie’s check bounced. Serena thinks her “Charlie’s” mom cut her off from her trust fund for moving to LA. And so she promises to get faux-Charlie cut back ON. (Is that a real phrase? NO? Well, you get what I mean . . .) Then, she reiterates her NEED for faux-Charlie to become her roommate. (Clingy much, S?)
“Can you blame me? I haven’t had a boyfriend in TWO WHOLE EPISODES? This is TORTURE!”
But this was the part that really dusted my doileys! Faux-Charlie DUMPED her REAL boyfriend to STAY with SERENA, and continue to be her FAKE cousin. She told him she didn’t love him any more, and sent him packing to Portland ALONE. I’m pretty sure there is a special place in hell for people like that . . .
Oh, and get this, after all that, Serena decided SHE’S NOT STAYING IN LA. Her production assistant job is being moved . . . you guessed it . . . back to New York! (SURPRISE!) And now she wants faux-Charlie to come with her? Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t faux-Charlie claim to be leaving New York because the Upper East Side was what made her fall off her meds in the first place? (See what I mean, about Serena and her amnesia?)
And, really, how needy are you, that you ask somebody you barely know to travel across the coast to LIVE WITH YOU? But, of course, faux-Charlie says yes. Because . . . you know . . . this is Gossip Girl, where everybody
does strange and inexplicable things sometimes lives for the moment, and flies by the seat of their pants. So, faux-Charlie hops in the limo with Serena, and they ride off toward good ole Manhattan, where they will undoubtedly live happily ever after . . . at least until next week’s episode.
Speaking of phony relatives . . . Louis-Bot has a relative who’s a BIG phony. And (SURPRISE!) she has it in for Blair . . .
An Entire Plotline Focused on Blair’s VOMIT? Well, this is NEW!
“If I don’t watch my step, I’ll be forever remembered by the Good People of Monaco as Princess Pukey.”
You know what I really liked about this storyline? How real it was . . .
Of course, I’m not talking about the moving of the Assumption Feast, or the whole prince thing, or really anything about this plotline except for Blair’s morning sickness. It is so rare that we actually get to see our Non Judging Breakfast Club members (at least the female contingent) of them, when they are not at their best (well . . . we see them drunk sometimes, but, other than that).
Personally, I thought it was refreshing that Blair looked a bit tired and disheveled throughout the episode. I like that she made puke faces, any time anybody or anything smelly got anywhere near her. Because, from what I’ve been told, that’s what women in the early stage of their pregnancy are like! And as prim, proper, and often perfect Blair may appear, she is, after all, only human (as evidenced by the fact that she’s not entirely certain of the paternity of her baby).
This story begins with Louis-Bot informing Blair that she gets to meet yet another one of his oh-so-charming royal relatives. This one’s name is Beatrice. And though she looks about the right age to be Louis-Bot’s sister, she’s actually his aunt. *cough Change of Life Baby cough* At first, Beatrice seems nice enough. She’s way more laid back than the stodgy Princess Sophie, and she has a much wider range of voice inflections than Louis Bot. Her worst offense seems to be that she wears too much perfume, which, like everything else in the episode, makes Blair want to hurl.
“Would you please get that weiner-looking thing out of my face. THAT’S what got me into this mess in the first place!”
As nice as she seems, Blair is VERY eager to get rid of Beatrice, and ship her and Louis Bot off to the Feast of Assumption by plane, so that she can get some much needed Pregnant Lady R&R. But Beatrice insists on spending the day with Blair, during which she regales her with how AWFUL being reigning princess will be for Blair, because she will have to wear lame, non-skin showing outfits. Beatrice of course, though second in line for the throne, has no interest in doing such things, no SIR . . .
But the “kindly” Beatrice begins to become suspicious of Blair when she repeatedly gags at the food Beatrice shoves in her face every five seconds. And, despite being in the middle of NYC, where it is almost impossible to find a place that will let you use the bathroom without buying something first, Blair makes roughly twenty trips to the potty in a single afternoon!
Just like Serena, Beatrice comes to the immediate WRONG conclusion about Blair’s bizarre behavior. She confronts Dorota and basically accuses Blair of being on drugs. Dorota denies this, but, of course, doesn’t want to tell Beatrice what is actually wrong with Blair. (A good maid never reveals her boss’ secrets, after all). And so, when Beatrice suggests bulimia, Dorota sort-of agrees, since, it seems the lesser of two evils, and is not entirely untrue. After all, Blair WAS bulimic . . . back in Season 1.
“How did you know? Are you bulimic too? Perhaps, we can throw some Big Bulimia Party! No?”
Upon hearing this news
scheming wench concerned sister Beatrice calls Louis-Bot for an impromptu meeting. She tells her nephew that Bulimic Blair just isn’t ready for the pressures of being princess. But Loyal Louis-Boy will not believe it. So, Beatrice decides to prove it to him, by miraculously moving the Feast of Assumption to NYC (Get it? Miraculously), and spending the entire feast . . . you guessed it . . . trying to make Blair vomit again . . .
What is our Blair-Bear to do? She decides to pray to the Virgin Mary.
“Can I ask you something? Where did you get your outfit? Because it’s really cute!”
And, hallelujah, her prayers are answered . . . well . . . sort of . . .
Dan’s Got a Plan, Blair’s Got a Secret, and Chuck’s . . . Joined a Fight Club?
Back in non-royal ville, Dan the Donut (who I will refrain from calling The Donut this week, because he did some nice things for both Blair and Chuck . . . things that I suspect, will start them on the path toward their inevitable reunion) is STILL trying to figure out what publishing company That Annoying Wench Who Shall Not Be Named
Manessa got to publish his book.
“Actually, I’m just pretending to figure out who published my book. I’m really just surfing the net for porn. Shhhh! Don’t tell
Gossip Girl anybody!”
He decides that the best way to do this is to trace the check said wench sent him as an advance. But Dan
the Donut has NO skills in the art of computer hacking or bank breaking, he decides to turn to the one person with the ability to do ALL OF THOSE THINGS . . . the man . . . the myth . . . the legend . . . CHUCK BASS!
Dan uses Gossip Girl to track Chuck’s head (no literally, Gossip Girl uses a picture of a Giant Chuck Bass Head to signify his whereabouts). But when Dan finds him, these two hooligans are KICKING LOVERBOY’S ASS.
*insert homoerotic joke here*
So, Dan rushes to Chuck’s rescue, and . . . is completely unsuccessful in helping. In fact, he gets PUNCHED IN THE FACE! The two men rush off, and Chuck DOES NOT WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT.
while ogling Chuck’s awesome abs notices that nasty gash Chuck got on his stomach from his motorcycle wipeout . . .
. . . and insists he see a doctor. Chuck boredly complies with this request. As for the doctor, he says Chuck’s wounds are “bordering on serious.” He’s more concerned with the fact that Chuck claimed not to physically FEEL anything when the wound was touched.
“Hey, look! It’s Doctor House . . . calls.”
So, now everyone assumes that Chuck is numbed out on drugs . . . just like Beatrice thought about Blair. Coincidence? I think not . . .
Dan, being the good After School Special Star that he is, confronts Chuck AGAIN in his bedroom, to tell him to “Just say no to drugs.”
“Unlike Serena, when I rejected you, I meant it,” replies Chuck smugly. (Ooh, look at Chuck with all these slamming Darena zingers!)
Dan figures out, quite correctly that Blair is the cause of Chuck’s rash behavior. In fact, he pretty much accuses Chuck of being Bella Swan in New Moon, a.k.a. trying to get himself killed so that Blair will return to his side. Ouch! Then, to add insult to injury, Shrink Dan decides to REALLY send Chuck off the deep end, by telling the poor guy that HE, Dan
Humpty Dumpty Humphrey (See, I’m trying, I really am!) kissed Blair last, pre-Louis-Bot.
Now, I know this was supposedly just some well-intentioned tough love on Dan’s part. But, honestly, did anybody else think that Dan was using this as an opportunity to stick his tongue out and go “Nah-nah, nah-nah boo, boo” in the emotionally-damaged Chuck’s face.
Fortunately, Chuck had the comeback to END ALL COMEBACKS to this remark. “The last person she was with was me. And I’m talking full carnal knowledge. Did that hurt? I wish I could feel it.”
Ooohh! BUUUURN! I love it!
It’s time for Dan to stalk Blair now. But since he’s coming to tell her to help out Chuck, I can’t fault him too much for his decision. What I can fault him for is his outfit. SERIOUSLY? A t-shirt and jeans to the Feast of Assumption? You couldn’t at least put on a pair of khaki’s or something . . .
Religious Festival Attendance FAIL!
Anywhoo, Dan arrives at the perfect moment to rescue Blair from the puke-making Beatrice. She drags Dan into the Little Girls Room,
(I will not make the obvious joke . . . I will not make the obvious joke . . . I will not make the . . .) where he feels right at home. (DOH! I guess I made the obvious joke.). Blair seems to have forgiven Dan fairly quickly for his most recent transgression of plotting to get her to escape her upcoming not going to last anyway nuptials, and f*&k him in the Hamptons. Then again, maybe she’s just too nauseous to push him away.
Dan successfully manages to plant the seed in Blair’s head that Chuck is going TOTALLY BATTY without her, and needs her help, before she rushes into the nearest stall and starts blowing chunks. While Dan doesn’t get the full credit he would have received for holding Blair’s hair back
Chuck definitely seems like a holding hair back kind of guy, don’t you think? while she prayed to the porcelain god ( Man, my euphemisms for vomiting sure are in full force this week, aren’t they?), he does get partial credit, for running the water in the faucet to drown out those pesky retching noises, and for not crinkling his nose to much at the inevitable foul smell.
“I can sing too, if you’d like?”
Enter that b*tch Beatrice. Dan tells her that Blair is sick, and she offers to go “fetch” Louis. But, instead, of course, she stays to overhear Dan accuse Blair of being bulimic again, and demand that she gets help. To this, Blair replies in frustration, “I’m not bulimic, I’m pregnant.”
Of course, Beatrice heard THAT too. And just when we THINK she’s going to tell Louis, she surprisingly DOESN’T. What she does do, is claim that Blair had this “great idea” to dine with smelly homeless people at the Feast of Assumption, as a way of giving back to the community. Man, that Beatrice, she is REALLY good at inducing vomiting. She’s like the human version of Ipecac!
“Hey! I resemble that remark!”
Cue the blast from Gossip Girl that Chuck is getting his butt beat again. And cue Super Man Dan’s exit to make another rescue! (Hes a busy little bee, this week, isn’t he?)
When Dan arrives to see Chuck getting beaten by the SAME guys who beat him last time, he finally figures out that Chuck PAID them to do this. Backed into a corner, both literally and figuratively, Chuck explains the real reason behind this one-sided fight club. Ever since he lost Blair, he has found himself frighteningly unable to feel. So, basically, the reason he keeps putting himself in dangerous situations is that he hopes to experience pain. “Is being dead that much worse than being nothing?” Chuck asks, morosely.
How about you try to feel good things?” Dan suggests. “I could tickle you!”
(WOW . . . just wow . . . and the gay porno version of Gossip Girl would start right there.)
Most of us, had kind of assumed that Chuck wasn’t as well-adjusted and coping with Blair’s loss, as he might have seemed last week. But hearing Chuck admit this is still extremely sad. Back at his bachelor pad, Chuck graciously asks the REAL reason Dan has been stalking him all episode. Dan admits that his book contains some SCATHING commentary on all his “friends,” including Chuck. And, if it’s published, a lot of people will get their feelings hurt.
“Oops, I should really learn to keep a lock on my diary.”
According to shrink Dan, Chuck is suffering from conversion disorder, a psycho somatic illness that removes the feeling from limbs, as a result of the experience of a traumatic event . . . an event like the
VERY TEMPORARY loss of a soulmate . . . ( What’s the cure, you ask? LOTS OF SEX WITH SAID SOULMATE, Dr. TV Recappers says . . .)
“Ahhh, Charlie Trout returns,” Chuck replies, cleverly recalling Dan’s OTHER scathing essay, about Chuck and his dad, which Dan used to impress a teacher, at Chuck’s expense.
You know, it just occurred to me that Dan is forever
exploiting satirizing his pals to further his writing career. Think about it . . . his story that was published in the New Yorker was about Serena. He’s already written about Chuck. And THIS story is about the ENTIRE Non Judging Breakfast Club. Given Dan’s obvious penchant for gossip about rich kids, and “based on true events” stories, wouldn’t it just be HILARIOUS if Dan ended up being Gossip Girl?
I know he isn’t. But I still think it would be funny . . .
Ultimately, Chuck agrees to help Dan with his little scheme to get back that EVIL book. And, like that, the Chan Bromance is reborn . . .
Meanwhile, Beatrice is in a limo with the PRIEST from the Feast of Assumption. To him she reveals her desire to usurp the throne from Louis, by bringing down Blair. Is this confession? You might be asking yourself. NO, believe it or not, it’s actually SEX . . .
That is so wrong on so many levels.
The episode ends with Blair finding her way back to Brooklyn, and the comfort of an old friend. She tells Dan everything she’s been keeping locked up inside herself for such a long time now . . . like how she had sex with Chuck once, but Louis-Bot many times. Apparently, according to Blair, he’s “surprisingly virile.”
I didn’t know robots could copulate? Who knew?
You totally paid the writers to put that part about you being virile in the script, didn’t you?
And even though Blair is not yet certain who the father of her child is, she knows that it was conceived out of love, and therefore wants to keep it.
Honestly, I’m still skeptical as to whether Blair loves Louis-Bot, especially considerng she went back to him, more or less, as a consulation prize, after Chuck gave her up for the greater good.
But for now, I will give her the benefit of the doubt. (OK . . . maybe I won’t.) Of course, Blair’s life will be much easier if the baby is Louis-Bots, as it will leave her with much less explaining to do. And yet, she is conflicted, scared, and petrified of losing everything.
You’ve really gotta hand it to Dan. And this is coming from someone who isn’t usually his biggest fan. Given how clearly head over heels he is in love with her, it couldn’t have been easy for him to endure her graphic description of Louis’ virility, or of her sex with Chuck, or of her love for both men, and not him . . . not in that way, at least. And yet, the used-to-be extremely judgy Dan takes the fragile Blair in his arms, and convinces her to find out the baby’s paternity.
“What if I lose everything?” She asks tearfully.
“You’ll still have me,” he replies, as the episode draws to a close.
Well . . now, that’s nice . . . sweet even. (See? I can behave!) 🙂
Until next time, XOXO!