Now Hope is in the bath. There are bubbles and rose petals. How did that get to be a signifier of luxury? Sure, toss some roses in my bathwater. Why not? Is that how rich people actually bathe? Or is it a contemptuous gesture, like how they light cigars with hundred-dollar bills? (Or so cartoons would have me believe.) Star complains about how long this was taking, and NeNe yells at her. Marlee reads lips bemusedly. If time is an issue, maybe Star should have started sooner. In an interview, Marlee offers to “f*ck Star up…. Because that’s how I roll”, and then LaToya comes in and confirms that, indeed, that’s how NeNe rolls. OK, that was pretty funny.
This: “And it ends with the line “The Future is Trump”, and that’s actually the most terrifying thing I can envision. Imagine Trump as a brain in a jar (still with the hair, though), shouting orders at his StormTrumpers as they round up the last survivors of the Gold Wars. A band of scrappy rebels stands in opposition, but their primitive spears and blowguns can’t penetrate the golden armor of the StormTrumpers. Their only hope? The chosen ones – Anderson Cooper, Mahsa, and Eric Trump (who has been exiled from the kingdom and spent the last ten years living underground and training all manner of burrowing rodents to do his bidding).” is one of the funniest paragraphs ever written! Also, on a related note, does Eric Trump not have any access to lip balm? If I can tell you are need of lip moisturizers thru the TV screen, you’re in trouble!