The centerpiece of this episode was Jessie's big Operation Smile fete. I must say that I've shirked one of the largest elements in the show over the past few updates. Jessie, who happens to be one of my favorite cast members, is stunningly unattractive. I feel conflicted about typing that because she's a kid. Remember when all of the blogs were abuzz with talk about how Whitney and Bobby's little baby girl was a tubby bunny? Even I, avid pop-culture fanatic and serial internet shit talker, was taken aback by this kind of insensitivity. And sometimes I feel like I'm being like those people. But then I remember that Jessie signed up for this show. In fact, as I read in New York Magazine the other week, she actively pursued the camera time. See, it turns out that Jessie was good friends with Bethanie Frankel's (Real Housewives of New York) daughter and pushed PC into also participating. So, I'm going to go ahead with this.
Jessie's face is so unfortunate I feel badly for her. She looks like a horse crossed with Eric Stoltz in Mask.
Wiiiiiillllber...Watching her pine after obviously gay PC all season has been so sad, especially when I look up from my computer to see that mug.
But the girl is driven and passionate and I can't really hate on her for being bitchy occasionally. In specific, her event with Operation Smile in this episode. We have to ostensibly assume that there was some help from the professionals at the organization but it still seems that she did the bulk of the planning work. And the event looked amazing. I know that heading committees and organizing shit like this, especially with children at your demand, can be a real headache. But she did it. When she caught those models smoking pot in an upper wing I could have killed them along with her. She is a consummate professional and I hope, and expect, that she will do big things with her life.
Camille on the other hand, I wish nothing but eternal loneliness and jagged hairline for. She used to just annoy me, and it was sort of fun to imagine her future full of cats and body shape inappropriate button-ups, but she crossed the line. She's trying to hard to be something. Something that she thinks will get her friends or prestige or probably just attention from mommy and daddy. I've got news for you honey; you're no Jessie and you're certainly no Blair Waldorff. You can wear as many headbands as you want but your power moves will always come off as bitchy rather than cunning. Case in point: Jessie's play for Operation Smile Committee credit.
Having previously asked Jessie for an opportunity to participate in the organization, it is revealed that she hasn't done ANYTHING since their last meeting. In a heated showdown outside some unnamed black wrought iron fence in Upper Manhattan, Camille claims that she hasn't taken any steps because Jessie didn't tell her exactly what to do. What do you want? A hand holding? A freaking itinerary?
Jessie: "I told you to join the Facebook group"
Camille: "Yeah, but which Facebook Group?"
It's Facebook, bitch! It isn't that hard to do! If you can't take the initiative, you shouldn't be helping. Period. You're really coming up to the head and asking to help, no--yelling to help--, A WEEK before the event? At this point it would take more effort to coordinate finding something for you to do than it would help that you were there. You would know that if you had done anything beyond studying SAT vocab. And we all know you're just doing this for the resume prop so don't try to pull the "it should be about the kids" card.
At the event, Camille has the gall to approach the Operation Smile big whigs and call Jessie out for "not letting her help". She then spends the bulk of the evening critsizing everything from the clothes to the presentation. Okay, bitter bitch, go sit down with your pity party and your tree trunck thighs. And bragging about how you "hooked up" with one of the guys on the runway before claiming that another had never "gotten laid a day in his life" is not cute. Wearing cardigans and hoisery does not make you a lady--didn't your mother ever tell you that desperation isn't cute?
But the girl is driven and passionate and I can't really hate on her for being bitchy occasionally. In specific, her event with Operation Smile in this episode. We have to ostensibly assume that there was some help from the professionals at the organization but it still seems that she did the bulk of the planning work. And the event looked amazing. I know that heading committees and organizing shit like this, especially with children at your demand, can be a real headache. But she did it. When she caught those models smoking pot in an upper wing I could have killed them along with her. She is a consummate professional and I hope, and expect, that she will do big things with her life.
Camille on the other hand, I wish nothing but eternal loneliness and jagged hairline for. She used to just annoy me, and it was sort of fun to imagine her future full of cats and body shape inappropriate button-ups, but she crossed the line. She's trying to hard to be something. Something that she thinks will get her friends or prestige or probably just attention from mommy and daddy. I've got news for you honey; you're no Jessie and you're certainly no Blair Waldorff. You can wear as many headbands as you want but your power moves will always come off as bitchy rather than cunning. Case in point: Jessie's play for Operation Smile Committee credit.
Having previously asked Jessie for an opportunity to participate in the organization, it is revealed that she hasn't done ANYTHING since their last meeting. In a heated showdown outside some unnamed black wrought iron fence in Upper Manhattan, Camille claims that she hasn't taken any steps because Jessie didn't tell her exactly what to do. What do you want? A hand holding? A freaking itinerary?
Jessie: "I told you to join the Facebook group"
Camille: "Yeah, but which Facebook Group?"
It's Facebook, bitch! It isn't that hard to do! If you can't take the initiative, you shouldn't be helping. Period. You're really coming up to the head and asking to help, no--yelling to help--, A WEEK before the event? At this point it would take more effort to coordinate finding something for you to do than it would help that you were there. You would know that if you had done anything beyond studying SAT vocab. And we all know you're just doing this for the resume prop so don't try to pull the "it should be about the kids" card.
At the event, Camille has the gall to approach the Operation Smile big whigs and call Jessie out for "not letting her help". She then spends the bulk of the evening critsizing everything from the clothes to the presentation. Okay, bitter bitch, go sit down with your pity party and your tree trunck thighs. And bragging about how you "hooked up" with one of the guys on the runway before claiming that another had never "gotten laid a day in his life" is not cute. Wearing cardigans and hoisery does not make you a lady--didn't your mother ever tell you that desperation isn't cute?
FAIL.
The rest of the episode consisted of PC finally choosing a college, Kelli awkwardly singing a song at Sebastian's "benefit"---please confirm to me that Bravo included this simply because it was hilariously bad in comparison to Jessie's--and we realized that the two best cast members will be gone next year.
Good luck at college, kids! You are all going to be terrible at beer pong.
Good luck at college, kids! You are all going to be terrible at beer pong.
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