Bleugh, not a fan.

Good god (Lemon), this was ridiculous.
Patricia this week was… ugh.
I really didn't like her in the first few weeks and she's sort of grown on me as she's toned it down a bit, but this week was a trainwreck.
Why they would still keep her in is beyond me.

…mostly I was trying to make an apparently-misguided funny.
I swear I don't need an 'everybody's beautiful to someone' speech - I get it.

In fairness to her - and I'm not the biggest fan of Bledel's acting for the first few years of the show - that's next to impossible, anyway.

I'm sure I've had it at some point when I was younger.
Wasn't the worst thing in the world, but not something I've rushed to replicate.

I think the only way I've seen the last ten/fifteen minutes of that episode is through a wall of my own tears.

No.
You shouldn't start wearing a backwards baseball cap, unless you're either an actual ex-baseball player or balding. 
Luke's allowed to wear two if he likes.

A pop culture reference?
It might have worked, I guess.

"Because I love you, you idiot"?
Something about the word 'idiot' makes these people bad actors.

Ha, I just said the same thing.

I guess so.
I do think that even though their insults were god-awful - "It'd be like fighting an accountant" - they were pretty representative of the terrible pissing contests two guys would have when they're 16.
More than anything, it's his delivery.

I find it hard to deal with how much I cringe and recoil out of revulsion at "Because I'll kill you, idiot!"

…yay?

Masculinity I have zero problem with, but he looks like a walrus mated with a beetroot.

I really can't tell if you were being serious about that last bit.

Is that a for-sure thing yet?
Thought it was only a maybe.
One way or another, it best get picked up by someone or else… well, nothing.
I'm in no position to do anything about anything, but I'd be all sad and stuff.

"No honey. Nothing is."

"You don't know what it was like, man, you weren't there! She was hitting on a guy who was actually twelve! Twelve"
I understand. That sort of thing sticks with you.

Or maybe not enough.
Weeds, my friend. Weeds.

Poor Sarah Chalke.
Poor Elizabeth Perkins.
Poor us.
No, this wasn't actually as bad as I expected.