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My Tuesday Men

By Karen

Luke? What have you done with yourself?  I really don’t understand. You used to be independent, cool, gruff. Now you’re .sappy and ridiculous. You’re clueless is what you are.  Can’t you tell that Lorelei isn’t in love with you? Believe me no one is more devastated than me; I’ve been rooting for you two for seasons. But now that you’re together it just feels so wrong. There’s no chemistry there.  I know I know, you and Lauren Graham hate each other in real life, but that’s why they call it acting. At least act like you like her.

And I really should have seen this coming when you officially met Lorelei’s parents; when  even the most obvious things appeared to escape you. No, Emily doesn’t want a beer, she’s being polite. But Luke, you just really seem to have hit a new low here. Can’t you tell that Lorelei isn’t happy? And what was this deal with the Twickem house anyway?  Personally I thought it was a good idea Luke; I was on your side with that one.  But when Lorelei didn’t want to move out of her house, you really should have re-thought this whole marriage thing. (Or was it that Warner Bros TV didn’t want to pony up for a new set?)  This is supposed to be a partnership, and it’s not like Lorelei’s house is so damn great. But Luke, Luuuuuuke, what was that with the beroom set?  Seriously, you idiot jackass. Luke from previous seasons wouldn’t have been such a total loser.  What’s happened to you?

Go Dr. House!! No more flirting with Cameron. Good boy. Sela is an interesting choice for you, but she’s kinda starting to bug. She’s so darn self-righteous. And who the hell is she to be so damn smug?  You’re married sweetheart!  And yes, I can tell that you secretly enjoy these two guys fighting over you. Although I can’t imagine what you see in that poor man’s Kevin Spacey. Quit whining, “There is room for me in John’s life.” Your boyfriend was a doctor sweetie, what did you expect your life to be like?  Plus, aren’t you a lawyer?  That should be keeping you pretty busy yourself.

Now Cameron. You’re as annoying as ever; there is no doubt about that. And the crystal meth, jump-Australian-guy thing came out of left field, but hey, I have to admit I found it refreshing. I was getting sick of your juvenile crush on House, and I was losing all respect for House for actually considering acting on it.  I think Australian guy is real cute, but he seems kind of dense and he can’t really help your career. Why don’t you consider Dr. Robert Sean Leonard?

He has nothing to do on this show and would surely jump at the chance of a storyline. Plus you two had a real moment a couple of shows ago. He’s a horny guy in need of a storyline, and you’re a pathetic and annoying career gal in need of some humanization.  You two would be great together. Why don’t you bribe him for a date?

Hey Cuddy? Make a choice please – either the low cut top route or the granny bow thing. This is giving me whiplash. Are you going to be slutty- inappropriate or age- inappropriate?

Ok, I know this was supposed to be about my Tuesday men, but I realized I have very little to say about them. Luke is beyond saving, and House seems to be doing ok.  It’s the women who need help.

 

 

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