Episode Report Card Pamie: B+ | 45 USERS: C+ YOU GRADE IT Who Wrote the Book of Love?
By Pamie | Season 4 | Episode 20 | Aired on 2004.05.04
Luke drives down the street listening to his self-help tape. The tape wants him to complete sentences like, "I feel angry because..." Luke: "I am listening to this tape." Luke feels hopeful because... "this tape must end eventually." Luke wonders if anybody's ever kicked an audiotape's ass. Luke, meet Stee.
Luke's sister knocks on the window, and I just want to call her Chloe, even though I'm pretty sure that's not her name on this show too, but between all the un-realized crappy female characters on this show (Lindsay, Nicole, Janet, Rachel, Kirk's girlfriend...) it's becoming harder and harder to remember all the tertiary names. Luke hides his self-help tape and gets of his truck, asking what she's doing there. Chloe (because that's what I'm going to call her for now) calls Luke her brother so that we remember who she is and then re-introduces T.J., the DeLuise who is forty. I wouldn't have remembered his being named T.J., but I do remember the last thing he said to Luke was, "You're a dick." I guess that's all water under the bridge. Ah. Elizabeth. Liz. That's Luke's sister's name. I know this because T.J. says it here for our benefit. Liz says she and T.J. are getting married next week in Stars Hollow. She says they need to do it before the Ren Faire circuit got going so that all their friends could come. You mean there's an off period for Ren Faires? You really do learn something new every day. T.J. says that Ren Faire weddings are great, and goes on about the turkey legs and horses and costumes. No offense to those of you who will probably take offense to this, but there's nothing creepier than a Ren Faire wedding. It's so about weak men wanting to be macho and awkward girls allowing themselves to be put in these damsel in distress/wench/helpless princess/prize roles and with pixie dust and the celebration of a backwards movement in medicine. It's weird, is what it is. Who really wants to wear a suit of armor? Drink mead? I had a boyfriend in high school who loved this shit, and his mom made me -- made me -- a wench outfit to wear to the Ren Faire (unbeknownst to me). When you date Ren Faire boys you have to say words like "unbeknownst." Anyway, thank m'lord that Houston's weather reaches boiling points during Ren Faire season, so the burlap sac that was made for my fine bushels would have given me the vapors for sure and I got to wear my Jane's Addiction t-shirt and some cut-offs like a normal human being. Huzzah.