"There is only one thing in life worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about." - Oscar Wilde
It seems we’ve exhumed the dead horse. The poor thing was quietly decomposing when we dug him up with yet another "romantic Skype session." It seems that all of Kadolfo’s (move over Brangelina!) romantic Skype sessions involve conversations about me. Could I be the fuel that ignites the fire in that relationship? If they didn’t have me to talk about, would they cease to exist as a "couple" all-together? He did admit to wanting a "harem," even if he did put the emphasis on the wrong syllable.
All kidding aside, the scene was a little sad. What woman has not felt the pain of unrequited love? Even if you are a 7-year-old in the second grade and Javier gave every single girl in the class a valentine with a pink, heart-shaped Sweet Tart lovingly taped to the back of the card except you -- and that made you feel completely invisible and ugly and chubby and buck-toothed and awkwardly tall, or something like that -- I vaguely remember. I believe we all deserve to be genuinely loved and appreciated. I hope that in time Karent will come to realize this and move past the mockery that Rodolfo has chosen to make of their "relationship." She deserves better, everyone does.
Lisa is a real life Barbie doll living a charmed life with her live-in cheerleader, companion, and pet project, Daysy. I like that Lisa doesn’t apologize for who she is. She likes her life and lives it as she deems fit. Good for her.