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apocalypsosThe Top Chef recap is up on TWoP and this part completely captures every reaction I had to this particular argument in last week's episode.
In the back, Betty screeches, "Carlos threw me under the bus again!" Michael says, "They were trying to get Betty to crack and we weren't leaving, until --" Betty proudly tells the group, which includes Marcel, "I said Marcel." She's such a bitch. "You chose him to go home? Really?" Sam exclaims, talking across Marcel. "I'm still not a fan of his tactics," Betty adds, also talking across Marcel. "Tactics?" Marcel repeats, "As a person?" Betty nods, not looking at him. HATE. "Yeah, I still think you're selfish," Betty says. SELFISH?! When he HELPED your haggy, pig-tailed ass? Oh, man, if you -- wait, sorry, Marcel, this is your fight. Go ahead. Let her have it. "Didn't I help you?" Marcel asks. "Yeah," is all Betty says. "Okay, did you ever once ask me for help?" Marcel asks. I assume he means, did Betty ever offer to help him. "I told you --" Betty begins to hedge. Marcel snaps and jumps to his feet saying, "You never once offered to help me, I help you --" "Come on, baby, bring it on!" Betty taunts. "How could you ever tell me that I'm selfish?" Marcel demands. He's waving his arms around like he's rapping this whole thing. It's really funny. "Well, let's see -- you came and didn't even help to set up that kitchen," Betty says. What?! "Did you help my set up my kitchen?" Marcel raps. "Marcel, I help you all the time," Betty says. Whatever. "Did you ask me if I needed help today?" Marcel demands. Betty starts to hedge again, "I told you --" "Did you ask me, it's a yes or no question," Marcel insists. "NO, IT'S NOT A YES OR NO QUESTION, IT'S AN EXPLANATION! SO SIT THE FUCK DOWN, IF YOU'RE ASKING ME A QUESTION AND LET ME TELL YOU THE ANSWER!" Betty squalls, her neck totally purple. And the paint just peeled all off my walls. Seriously, I think Betty's fishwife voice does not belong in the kitchen. Or around anyone who can hear. So, Betty, you get angry when you know you're completely and unabashedly wrong, don't you? Also, watching her neck pulse from blue to purple reminded me to put Scanners in my Netflix queue. I loathe Betty so damn much now. She has no excuse -- NO EXCUSE! She didn't offer to help Marcel yet she calls HIM selfish? And you better not call her on it because all the dogs in your neighborhood will start howling at the sound of her crazy-ass voice. "I'm not sitting," Marcel says, shrugging. "Did I have to help you?" "No," Betty says, "And I kinda wish you didn't because my brûlée was one of the things that sucked." Oh, I can't FUCKING believe her! You know, it's as pathetic as Tiffani blaming Harold because every other cheftestant thought she was such a bitch. "And you blame that on me?" Marcel asks. "Well, you were one of the people that did it!" Betty announces. No, Betty, you were the trollop who decided that putting nuts and crystallized ginger pre-brûlée was a good idea. Loser. "I thought we were cool," Marcel says. "You're still selfish and I'm not okay with that," Betty says, shaking her head. "I'm still selfish and you're still a bitch," Marcel adds. YES! YES! YES! "You know, I hope you fucking go home," Marcel finishes. Betty forces a smile but you can tell she's upset. Can't eat the shit you dish, can you?
Honestly, Marcel can be a little punk but there's no way in hell he deserves half of the shit they're putting him through. One of the producers said on the Bravo site that she doesn't get where this absolutely vitriolic hate for the guy is coming from and from somebody who's got their hands on all of the footage from the show that's saying something. I find it hard to believe with the way this show latches onto the drama that if Marcel had done anything more assy than taunting Betty in the firehouse (after the crazy bitch got on his case first about Marcel complaining about the fryer not working after Michael used it and you didn't see him starting any shit with Michael) that they wouldn't have shown it already. And Elia, who is usually one of the first people to call bullshit, has worked with him before and likes him.
I just ... *sigh* I get why people are annoyed with Marcel, I do. But does anybody REALLY think that he deserved to be threatened with bodily harm by Frank? Doesn't anybody think it's a little telling that the four people who give Marcel the most shit about his behavior are the screeching harpy, the lying manipulator, the backstabber, and the bullying asshole? I guess I'm just really sick of this season being about the popular girl and the bully and the hottest guy in schoolonce he's been hosed down with de-greaser picking on the dork and the fat kid. It's turning into some weird Top Chef high-school AU where I half-expect Betty, Mia, Frank and Sam to get together and duct-tape Marcel to a flagpole.
Oh, and then Michael could come and cut him down and they could be BFFs! They could fight crime together! Michael could bake Marcel snickerdoodles, dude, and Marcel could find out Betty and Frank were switched at birth! OMG, I WOULD TOTALLY WATCH THAT SHOW!
... what?
I'm almost afraid to watch tomorrow night. God knows what the hell will happen, although I'm sure I'll find some reason to want to punch Betty in the face. That's a given.
*headsmack* Oh, jeez, when did I get so attached to a reality cooking show?
Tomorrow I have to see about selling Joe Bag O'Lugnuts to a junkyard. Wish me luck. If I can get more than fifty bucks for it I should be able to cover the rest for the new car. *crosses fingers*
In the back, Betty screeches, "Carlos threw me under the bus again!" Michael says, "They were trying to get Betty to crack and we weren't leaving, until --" Betty proudly tells the group, which includes Marcel, "I said Marcel." She's such a bitch. "You chose him to go home? Really?" Sam exclaims, talking across Marcel. "I'm still not a fan of his tactics," Betty adds, also talking across Marcel. "Tactics?" Marcel repeats, "As a person?" Betty nods, not looking at him. HATE. "Yeah, I still think you're selfish," Betty says. SELFISH?! When he HELPED your haggy, pig-tailed ass? Oh, man, if you -- wait, sorry, Marcel, this is your fight. Go ahead. Let her have it. "Didn't I help you?" Marcel asks. "Yeah," is all Betty says. "Okay, did you ever once ask me for help?" Marcel asks. I assume he means, did Betty ever offer to help him. "I told you --" Betty begins to hedge. Marcel snaps and jumps to his feet saying, "You never once offered to help me, I help you --" "Come on, baby, bring it on!" Betty taunts. "How could you ever tell me that I'm selfish?" Marcel demands. He's waving his arms around like he's rapping this whole thing. It's really funny. "Well, let's see -- you came and didn't even help to set up that kitchen," Betty says. What?! "Did you help my set up my kitchen?" Marcel raps. "Marcel, I help you all the time," Betty says. Whatever. "Did you ask me if I needed help today?" Marcel demands. Betty starts to hedge again, "I told you --" "Did you ask me, it's a yes or no question," Marcel insists. "NO, IT'S NOT A YES OR NO QUESTION, IT'S AN EXPLANATION! SO SIT THE FUCK DOWN, IF YOU'RE ASKING ME A QUESTION AND LET ME TELL YOU THE ANSWER!" Betty squalls, her neck totally purple. And the paint just peeled all off my walls. Seriously, I think Betty's fishwife voice does not belong in the kitchen. Or around anyone who can hear. So, Betty, you get angry when you know you're completely and unabashedly wrong, don't you? Also, watching her neck pulse from blue to purple reminded me to put Scanners in my Netflix queue. I loathe Betty so damn much now. She has no excuse -- NO EXCUSE! She didn't offer to help Marcel yet she calls HIM selfish? And you better not call her on it because all the dogs in your neighborhood will start howling at the sound of her crazy-ass voice. "I'm not sitting," Marcel says, shrugging. "Did I have to help you?" "No," Betty says, "And I kinda wish you didn't because my brûlée was one of the things that sucked." Oh, I can't FUCKING believe her! You know, it's as pathetic as Tiffani blaming Harold because every other cheftestant thought she was such a bitch. "And you blame that on me?" Marcel asks. "Well, you were one of the people that did it!" Betty announces. No, Betty, you were the trollop who decided that putting nuts and crystallized ginger pre-brûlée was a good idea. Loser. "I thought we were cool," Marcel says. "You're still selfish and I'm not okay with that," Betty says, shaking her head. "I'm still selfish and you're still a bitch," Marcel adds. YES! YES! YES! "You know, I hope you fucking go home," Marcel finishes. Betty forces a smile but you can tell she's upset. Can't eat the shit you dish, can you?
Honestly, Marcel can be a little punk but there's no way in hell he deserves half of the shit they're putting him through. One of the producers said on the Bravo site that she doesn't get where this absolutely vitriolic hate for the guy is coming from and from somebody who's got their hands on all of the footage from the show that's saying something. I find it hard to believe with the way this show latches onto the drama that if Marcel had done anything more assy than taunting Betty in the firehouse (after the crazy bitch got on his case first about Marcel complaining about the fryer not working after Michael used it and you didn't see him starting any shit with Michael) that they wouldn't have shown it already. And Elia, who is usually one of the first people to call bullshit, has worked with him before and likes him.
I just ... *sigh* I get why people are annoyed with Marcel, I do. But does anybody REALLY think that he deserved to be threatened with bodily harm by Frank? Doesn't anybody think it's a little telling that the four people who give Marcel the most shit about his behavior are the screeching harpy, the lying manipulator, the backstabber, and the bullying asshole? I guess I'm just really sick of this season being about the popular girl and the bully and the hottest guy in school
Oh, and then Michael could come and cut him down and they could be BFFs! They could fight crime together! Michael could bake Marcel snickerdoodles
... what?
I'm almost afraid to watch tomorrow night. God knows what the hell will happen, although I'm sure I'll find some reason to want to punch Betty in the face. That's a given.
*headsmack* Oh, jeez, when did I get so attached to a reality cooking show?
Tomorrow I have to see about selling Joe Bag O'Lugnuts to a junkyard. Wish me luck. If I can get more than fifty bucks for it I should be able to cover the rest for the new car. *crosses fingers*
