Alright, am I the only one creeped out by Joey’s “lucky sperm club” comment?! I find that offensive to both men and women. Not that I want to get into anatomy or gender issues here, but let’s be honest: rich heiresses or single-working mothers can spoil their children just as much as a father can and then what? Do we call those kids members of the “lucky egg club?”
On to bikini shopping with Amanda, her mom, and Jeff… another situation that just screamed AWKWARD to me. Don’t get me wrong. I love how close Amanda is to her mom because we totally share that, but I felt like the shopping went a little too far. I was watching and my mouth literally dropped at Jeff’s reaction to Amanda and her mom trying on bathing suits. There’s no way that would fly with me if my boyfriend was making those comments, but to each her own.
Last but not least, let’s discuss the pool party. Health issues have always had a nasty habit of creeping up at me at the worse times. Actually, that’s what I thought at first, but by the end, my health issues paled in comparison to the drama that unfolded. So Sarah, or "Red Bikinig Girl" as she is more officially known, is what I like to call a sloppy tuna tar tar. Here’s what I’m thinking: “Why is she telling me about Facebook right now? I clearly don’t care and am seriously trying to find the point to this story.” It’s funny because the hottie boom bottie in the turquoise shirt next to me is sharing in my embarrassment over this “story.” Is there a sign on my forehead that says, “I’m so bored that I’m dying to know about your FACEBOOK ACTIVITY!”? Like, I don’t care if you poked, shared, liked or friended someone, I’m not interested. So I won’t even get into the unbelievable offensive word she used or hint at its existence. That’s just not OK. It’s just not.