Doubling Down On Smug

6/13/12

Have the Moms shoved Mimi up against the fence? No? Crap, that would have been cool. Mimi is getting in the last, sanctimonious word in this round.

Meanwhile, the girls counterattack. “Our Moms are stupid bitches. Let’s stomp them and expose their intolerance! Yeah, that sounds rad!”

Should we pitch this story idea to Lifetime and feature Darby’s woe or punch up the Jaxxxon factor and go more Gorillas in the Mist?

6/14/12

Darby’s wingman has a plan. She wants to do something to blast her friends’ moms out of the water and she wants to bring the coach in on it. Awesome! (I don’t care what the plan is. I’m sure it’s tissue thin.)

6/15/12

Oh cardboard cut out Moms, how lame are you? Even the narration box thinks you’re idiots. Finish them, Mimi.

The art on the wall of the Java Jernt looks like it might be a crab or an old man or a sheepdog. It could also be somebody’s MRI or an Etch-a Sketch. Either way, I find it more interesting than the words in Mimi’s speech balloons. Oh, maybe I should pay attention to get a better understanding of the girls’ scheme, but I don’t care, so blah blah blah, what is that on the wall!?

6/16/12

You tell ‘em Mimi! Those judgmental Moms needed to be thoroughly judged and dragged through the mud by the MEDIA. Um, not exactly…the media in this tank town shits its pants over a picture of a kid sitting in a tree. It’s okay Mimi, go ahead and revel in getting to the dismantling of a couple one dimensional asshats. This is what you do. It’s like a cottage industry for you and Gil.

They folded? Like a cheap suit. Like a tattoo parlor that markets fake bootleg DVDs to teens. Like all the newspapers that are printing Gil Thorp. Like the map to Charleston that Mr. Bakst got from Kelly that actually turned out to be of Minsk, which really explains a lot. That’s how they folded Mimi. Now you and Gil should partake in some celebratory fisting.