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New Girl "Menzies" Review: Everybody Into the Pool

New Girl S02E07: "Menzies"

Half the guys I hang out with probably won't be able to get past the title of this week's New Girl. It's okay. Sometimes I catch the fiance having a stare-down with the box of tampons in our bathroom. We even code-named the occasionally blessed biological event "shark week" for ease of communication, and I applaud Jess's "red devil" addition to the nomenclature. Very nice.

Jess's already inherently craptastic week was shoved further into the realm of suckitude when Schmidt demanded her portion of the gas bill and she didn't have it—and none of her other roommates would step in to cover her any longer. "Why can't you just get a job?" may or may not have come up and it was soooo not the right thing to say while Jess felt, as she put it, "... like I laid a million eggs and they're all hatching. Also I want to kill someone. And I want soft pretzels." Word.

Nick pointed out that periods (and PMS) are inherently unfair for just that reason—women are given a monthly free pass to be crazy, irrational people and to that I say, "Shut up, Nick." Someone once tried to explain to me that periods are the reason a woman can't be president: She'd enter shark week, go nuts, and nuke Russia because her cramps were INSANE, man.

With that in mind, I'm torn, OH SO TORN, on the scene where Jess blew her initial teaching interview. It was a lazy play on the "ovaries make women cray cray" trope—and therefore it was kind of annoying. But at the same time, it was hilarious and Zooey Deschanel's face was priceless. I mean, who hasn't wept over a freaking adorable picture of a puppy in a teacup? Who wouldn't be completely heartbroken to learn that said puppy had been dead for two years, card-carrying ovary-owner or not? It's the sort of thing I could see Jess losing it over even if she wasn't in the throes of over-the-top TV PMS, so I'm leaning toward giving it a slide, but still, ovaries =/= crazy. You're better than that, New Girl!

Despite the Jess-centric episode title and introduction, "Menzies" featured solid stories for all of New Girl's leads, with Nick attempting to quell his perpetual anger with the help of a mute stranger he met on a public bench, Schmidt signing up for a Fifty Shades of Grey experience with his boss (guest-star Carla Gugino), and Winston working through his break-up by borrowing Jess's PMS.

While I'm doubtful that Nick's newfound mellowness will last very long, he was the odd center of calm in an otherwise tense environment after Schmidt had the gas turned off to "teach Jess a lesson" about not paying her share of the utilities, Jess blew her initial job interview, and Winston indulged in his acquired "sympathy PMS." Even Cece joined the party, suffering a personality crisis after Robbie referred to her as "nice."

Cece, unfortunately, stuck around only long enough to kiss Schmidt and run, and totally missed out on the massage pool party that Nick dragged his frustrated friends to, one by one, after his new BFF Tran gave him a water massage that apparently cured his rage. I appreciated New Girl's restraint in not somehow using Jess's pool time to make a crack about tampons and swimming. For a while there, a few years ago, it was like every freaking tampon commercial had to gloat about a tampon's ability to bestow upon "afflicted" females the freedom to swim.

Of course, Nick's calm couldn't hold a candle to Tran's, and his fumbling attempts to soothe Jess and Winston led to much screaming, flailing, and near-drowning. So maybe Cece was the lucky one after all. Besides, her problem wasn't being angry—it was actually quite the opposite.

Still, Jess DID score a real honest-to-God grown-up job after her dip in the massage pool, so maybe Nick is on to something? All I know is that I would totally watch a Nick and Tran spin-off, in all of it's awkward glory.

– One-liner of the night: "We sold our qualms. We used the profits to buy perfect bodies." —Schmidt to Cece, regarding her guilt over kissing him. OH, JUST GET BACK TOGETHER, YOU TWO.

– "Guaranteed mercury poisoning?" I loved the build-up to Carla Gugino's character, where we were all led to believe that she was some kind of super-hardcore dominatrix type, but in the end, she was just as awkward and over-compensating as Schmidt.

– Winston got a story! Winston got a story! How did we feel about Winston's story? I thought it was cute. I'd still like to see MORE Winston action, honestly.

– I'm eagerly anticipating the awkward creepy writer-types in Jess's creative writing classes. I can't wait. It's going to be amazing. (Please be amazing?)

– How much longer do we give Robbie and Cece? A week? I give them a week.


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Downton Abbey Review: Wherein Everybody Changes Their Mind About Thomas

Downton Abbey S03E07 / S03E08: "Episode 7" / "Episode 8" (or S03E06/"Episode 6," according to PBS)

OH. OMG. IT'S HERE. IT'S #FREEBATES TIME, YOU GUYS. IT'S #FREEBATES TIME!

Bates emerged from prison looking pretty freaking dapper for a dude who spent THE ENTIRE SEASON in the slammer. The. Entire. Season. Yes, technically, the Season 3 finale aired tonight. What we're getting next week is actually the Christmas Special because... I don't know. I'm sure PBS has its reasons. But anyway, the point is, Bates is finally free, even if it took entirely too long to happen and frankly, just watching him and Anna paint walls was more exciting than anything else the couple did this season.

Except for when Bates got all, "I know what you did two seasons ago with the soap, you awful human being" with O'Brien in order to save Thomas's ass. I like to think that this means Thomas and Bates can be friends now, but I doubt it. Why can't those guys just get along?

So let's talk about O'Brien. Ugh, O'Brien. Ugh. I can't even make words, just the sound my brother's cat makes when it coughs up hairballs. The woman really doesn't have anything resembling an off-switch does she? You'd think she would have learned her lesson that time she, you know, CAUSED A MISCARRIAGE, but no, she remains fairly content with biding her time destroying lives in response to non-life-destroying slights. All season long, we bore witness as she played handsome flirty straight James and handsome sad closeted Thomas against one another, manipulating James for maximum discomfort at Thomas's intimacy and convincing Thomas that James liked it and wanted to reciprocate. Talk about an HR nightmare.

And yet, considering the time period, the location, and the culture Thomas has found himself stuck in, I thought the response from (most) of the rest of the house was surprisingly gracious. Carson had the harshest words, and the horsewhipping comment was totally uncalled for (not to mention the "revolting" bit and the... well... everything), but he was prepared to give Thomas a decent reference up until O'Brien pulled a few of her strings. He wanted Thomas out of his hair, out of the family's hair; but he didn't want him in prison or on the streets which was kind of decent of him. BABY STEPS, CARSON, BABY STEPS TO THE FUTURE. You made it through telephones, man. You can survive anything.

The most unexpected of the "Thomas is gay and that's okay" responses came from Robert himself, who continued running and hiding from the future between throwing tantrums regarding Edith's decision to write for the paper and Matthew's ongoing campaign to save their conveniently inherited fortune from landing in the toilet. Again. OH, and his granddaughter got christened into the Catholic church so he was good for some dignified scowling and passive-aggressive digs on that "foreign" institution. El-oh-el, those "bobbing Catholics." SO FUNNY.

But when it came to Thomas jumping in bed with James beneath Robert's very traditional and proper and god-fearing roof, Robert honestly couldn't have cared less. He went to Eton. You don't think boys tried to kiss other boys at Eaton? It was no big. "Thomas does not choose to be the way he is," he said, matching the sentiments of a large chunk of the house's inhabitants. That's an impressively progressive stance for a population that just a few decades earlier sincerely believed that pulling one's pudding led to blindness and insanity because the doctor said so. Also Jesus. Or something.

But hey, it's 1920. It's the modern world. We have JAZZ now. AND BLACK PEOPLE OMG BLACK PEOPLE. Lady Rosamund almost had a stroke walking into that club. Edith looked a little green around the gills—but get over it, lady, you're supposed to be our substitute Sybil! Luckily Matthew had spent some time living on Earth before shacking up in Downton with his cousin-bride, so his fright stemmed mostly from all the dancefloor sexin', possibly a complication of Mary not letting him "make her untidy." You know, sometimes the quaint little euphemisms sound so much dirtier than just coming out and saying, "No, we can't have a pre-dinner quickie."

I like that Rose chick, though. At first she seemed like a brat, and she IS a brat, but she's a brat who's already grown on me. She's a walking scandal-waiting-to-happen with her drinking and her sexy dancing and her hooking up with married men. But "Mummy" sounds like a horrorshow, so trainwreck away, you frizzy-haired little monster. Kisses!

So it appears that Downton has reached new heights of modernity, with Robert eventually—though somewhat reluctantly—agreeing to Matthew's revitalization plans, and even taking on Branson as the estate's agent; Mary hiring a nice doctor to fix her faulty incubator with science; Thomas being allowed to stay on (and even earning a promotion) despite his perfectly natural sexual preference; and Edith writing about "man things" for the paper as though she has, and this is a really novel idea here, a BRAIN.

Unfortunately, Edith still has crap luck when it comes to love, having caught the eye of her awesome, charming, and attractive editor... who is stuck in a loveless marriage to a "lunatic." They're adorable and I love them but I'm really over Edith's habit of drawing the attention of generally decent guys who end up breaking her heart. Gregson's tale of woe about the wife he loves who no longer recognizes him and the laws that won't let him move on is sad and all, but I'm a little apprehensive after Matthew's tough-love rant to Rose at the jazz club about older men preying on younger women ALWAYS being married to "dreadful women." I really hope I'm over analyzing the parallel between Rose and Edith. But seriously, Gregson, you hurt her and I WILL cut you.

Seriously.

What did you think of Downton Abbey's Season 3 finale/not-the-Season-3-finale?

– Dowager Countess Sass of the Night: On Ethel cultivating her skills: "But you seem to have so many!" Hooker skills. She means hooker skills. Poor Ethel. Such an easy target.

– Shameless leering at the wardrobe time: So many lovely ladies in red! Also, it looks like Edith discovered lipstick in London. HUSSY.

– Lol, Charles Ponzi shout out. PLEASE DON'T LET ROBERT PLAY THE INVESTMENT GAME ANYMORE KTHNX.

– "I'm not foul, Mr. Carson. I'm not the same as you, but I'm not foul." This season has done a really great job of making Thomas likeable, sympathetic, and secretly awesome.

– "Now we can begin making babies!" Can you sound like any more of a creep, Matthew? The only thing missing was a suggestive eyebrow waggle.

– Ethel stuff: People were mean to her because of the whole prostitute thing. The Dowager placed an ad in the paper for her. She got a new job near her bastard child. And they lived happily ever after until Charlie turned 18 and his "parents" told him the truth about his "former nanny." Awkward.

– What do you think about everyone's treatment of Thomas? Was it a little handwave-y? On one hand it's AWESOMELY progressive of everyone, but isn't it also kind of WEIRDLY progressive? To the point of maybe being out of character for most of our characters considering the time period?

– The Adventures of Detective Anna, Super Sleuth: Mission accomplished. Time to pick out curtains. (And make babies?)


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