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I’ve been watching The Young & The Restless since Patty shot Jack and have to say this week saw one of the oddest episodes ever.
Not in an ‘out-of-this-world’, ‘not remotely possible way’, like the “Silver Chipmunk” or “Ashley is pregnant”, but 44 minutes in Genoa City spent as though I’d just been slipped a roofie.
To wit: In order to jack up the Fenmore family value on the show – now that Jill is Lauren’s sister – we see real-life designer Jeremy Scott fawning over Lauren, in her shit-hole boutique (or “bow-tique” as she likes to call it, which always makes me question if Lauren’s ever left America), about how honoured he, the man who has worked for Rihanna and Madonna, is to have his designs sold – exclusively! – in a store riddled with plastic sunflowers.
The Cobbler's Children Have No Shoes.
“I’ve always dreamed of selling my clothes at Fenmore’s. Ever since I was little I’d take my sister’s dolls and make clothes for them, and then pretend to be Neil Fenmore and purchase all my designs, they were so fabulous,” Scott says, gazing up on a sudden portrait of Neil, that we’ve never seen in the bow-tique ever before: Read the rest of this entry »
