Episode Report Card Al Lowe: A | 231 USERS: B- YOU GRADE IT Goodbye, My Albatross
By Al Lowe | Season 7 | Episode 14 | Aired on 2007.02.13
Rory arrives back at her apartment to find Paris crossing off items on Operation Finish Line. "I went to the Sigma Chi party without you," Paris announces. Aw. My dad was Sigma Chi. Picture me now doing the informal handshake and singing inappropriate songs in his memory, and yet nodding in total agreement with Paris, who declares the party "asinine." She says she is glad that Richard is going to be all right, and passes on some of her pre-med knowledge for him: "You tell him that if Bill Clinton can give up cheese fries and pork grits, [Richard] can get by without his five o'clock martini." Mmm. Why are all the wonderful things in the world so bad for us? Those sound like courses one, two, and three of the hangover cure I need right now. Paris brings Rory up to speed on the stuff she's missed in the two days since the semester started, including giving her a copy of the notes Paris took in the "History of Feminism" seminar they're taking together. "What's with the blacked-out sections?" Rory asks. Paris says she doesn't mind sharing what the teacher said, but that she wasn't about to share her own insights into the materials: "If there's one thing I learned in that first lecture, it's there's not room for many women at the top." Rory smirks that Gloria Steinem would be so proud. "Whatever," shrugs Paris. "The facts speak for themselves. Nadine Strossen is the head of the head of the ACLU, not Nadine Strossen and her very best friend." Paris reminds Rory that she will need to have her paper topic for that class picked by next week, but says she can probably get an extension if she "plays the Grandfather card." Rory sighs that she won't have to do that, because her grandfather is fine. In that case, Paris says, Rory should be ready to exchange résumés according to the schedule -- they're exchanging résumés with each other to review and return by the next night. Rory says that she forgot, having been at the hospital, but that she will get it to her tomorrow. The thing is, Paris has twenty-one résumés, all tailored and nuanced toward particular positions. I adore Paris, but this is boring me to the core -- mostly because all these scenes are just too gabby and too long.