As much as it pains me to type it – last week I was reminded why I used to want to slap Taylor upside the head. She and Ridge put Brooke on the spot about Rick, Taylor spouting, “your son is sick, Brooke. Wake up! He is psychologically damaged.” While this may be true, how can she be so sanctimonious? Taylor’s own son, Thomas, is undergoing psychiatric help for his demented arson and car bombing attacks. I mean, really, take a look in the mirror, girlfriend. Taylor’s own son is nuttier than a fruitcake, and if it hadn’t been for Rick’s invention last year she’d still be drowning her sorrows in LA’s finest door-to-door delivery vodka.
During Taylor’s lunch date with “world-renowned” quack James Warwick, ex-husband Ridge and fire-starter Thomas, it looked like someone might take some responsibility for their own actions. Alas, it wasn’t to be:
Taylor: "Sweetheart, you were defending my honor. I was the one who was all caught up in these feelings, and I -"
Thomas: "- you know, let's not blame ourselves. Let's blame Rick."
Yeah, great idea Thomas. Let’s blame Rick. In amongst the insanity that was Taylor/Ridge vs. Rick, Brooke at least came back with a zinger when Taylor accused Rick of having an Oedipus Complex:
Brooke: "When did you come up with this diagnosis? Before or after you slept with my son?"
Tee hee. Go, Brooke! Sadly, that was about as good as it got for Brooke, as the rest of the week she continued to act stupid and play cheerleader for Rick and Steffy’s quasi-incestuous romance. In case you haven’t seen an episode in over three months – they’re getting married and it’s all rather gross.
On a brighter note, Jackie M managed to snag yet another Forrester – Stephanie, who’d been recently fired from Forrester Creations by Eric “Honey Bear” Forrester. This set the stage for what could be an engaging and explosive rivalry between two fashion houses, going back to the roots of B&B history. Stephanie brokered a sweet deal for herself by demanding stock in Jackie M if she is able to turn around the faltering company’s fortunes.
With Bridget as head designer and Stephanie helping with business affairs, Nick, Jackie, Owen and Clarke could actually provide Forrester Creations with some serious competition. Factor in that Eric’s “muse” is an airhead who only seems capable of slathering honey on herself and designing a flop surf line… well, I smell trouble at FC.
By the end of the week, it was official – Bridget was Madam X, and her collection was a hit. The press went nuts to learn that ball-breaker Stephanie was on board at Jackie M, and Eric and Donna watched in shock as Stephanie said, “eat your heart out Honey Bear.” Ha. Serves the horny old goat right.
Owen continued drooling over Jackie, which is surely going to lead to some drama with Bridget down the line. With all three working in the same building, plus Bridget’s ex-husband (Nick), sparks should fly and we might finally see some heat in the Jackie M offices. Lord knows, Nick and Katie’s lacklustre smooching certainly isn’t bringing it.
By the end of the week, Ridge had come up with a plan to break up Rick and Steffy for good. How many times have I heard that? It’s getting tiresome. At least they weren’t on the roof this time. Anyway, Ridge’s genius scheme was to record Rick parroting his “I own her” spiel. With Ridge looking at his laptop, which was on RECORD – just in case you didn’t get it – he egged Rick on:
Ridge: "Keep talking, Rick."
Rick: "Oh, I will. You ain't heard nothing yet."
These people really are quite idiotic, aren’t they? Let’s hope Rick and Steffy fall at the last hurdle, and don’t make it to the altar. This silliness has gone on long enough and other characters on the canvas are getting a chance to shine at last. Please, Mr Bell, don’t mess this up, some of us are actually enjoying the show again.