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So, here we are at Booth Jonathan's party. Hannah comes and is wearing a raincoat and Marnie is there and is wearing a see-through plastic dress like an idiot. Basically, no surprise here, all of Booth's friends are tools and he is a tool and Hannah is uncomfortable and feels bad about her ebook and leaves and then comes that awkward moment when Marnie finds out she's kind of a prostitute. So, basically, Booth and Marnie are getting wine and he offers to give her $500 for hosting the party. Marnie breaks into the worst fake-cry that I've ever seen. It's distracting. Like, Claire Danes's crying is distracting because it's too real, like it's hard for the viewer to process someone else experiencing that much emotion. But Alison Williams's crying is distracting because it's so bad that you wind up feeling embarrassed for her. Anyway, Marnie doesn't understand because "Usually when I think someone's my boyfriend, they're actually my boyfriend." But Booth is not her boyfriend. He was even sleeping with that assistant that he'd fired. Booth doesn't even think that Marnie likes him anyway. Like, she doesn't even know him, you know? She insists that she does like him. She tells him, "I just like everything in your life. And I like your house. I fell in love with the idea of you, like it'd be cool to know you." This is an interesting counterpoint to Hannah's experience last week, where she wanted the material aspects of Joshua's life as much as she wanted him. Marnie didn't really like Booth, she just wanted that life. She's still waiting for someone to tell her what to do. But that someone is not going to be Booth who is a whiny, crying baby who sucks and just wants people to know him or something. Shut up, Booth. If you're not flashing your ass dimples, I just don't care.
We next see Marnie in the M station, carrying her plastic dress as she heads home. She and Hannah talk on the phone, both lying to each other about how they are ok, and it's pretty sad, actually. They need each other, these two. They could be good for each other in the exact way that they're not good for themselves.
But so, we're back with Ray. Ray was not able to return the dog to its rightful owner because said owner wasn't home and the daughter of said owner was a total shithead who wouldn't take the dog back and insulted Ray about a million different ways including by calling him a "dicklicker." That was actually maybe the nicest thing she said. And the episode ends with Ray sitting on a bench, asking the dog, "You think I'm pathetic, don't you?" And then crying. Ray cries. It's pretty heart-breaking. Ray! It's not about learning to be a man. It's about learning to be a person and pursue things that you want and not just the things you feel obligated to. In other words, don't be a Laurie, Ray. Don't just wind up with Amy, who is a bit of a vapid twit. Be a Jo. Wind up with a hot German professor. I think that's probably what your godmother wrote to you in the back of "Little Women". We should all be Jo.
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