We finally got around to figuring out how to put up some kind of merchandise on here. BEHOLD! we bring you the “Bring Out Your Balms Mug!” in spicy mayo white or soul of Gilead black. With a 5 cattle prod rating and tons of reviews by Marthas and Handmaids alike, itʻs the perfect mug to use when you are burning down the patriarchy, plotting the resistance, or enjoying a nice mug of Ritaʻs fine pumpkin soup.
When I watch The Handmaid's Tale, I think, why am I doing this to myself? Why am I watching a show about this dystopian misery where women are tortured and raped and gay people are killed? WHY? Then Aunt Lydia hands Serena her ass and Elisabeth Moss earns her Emmy and I remember, I watch because this is great fucking art.
This episode (alt titled, "Two Weddings and a Funeral") was the darkest of season 2 and the Atwoodian girl on girl crime continues. According to my slap stats, no one got physically assaulted during this episode entitled "Seeds."
Much like June towards the end of episode 4 of The Handmaidʻs Tale, I might be a little broken. Broken because our girl June is back at square one and broken because I don’t know how much more torture I can take. Also, if we get any more bath scenes with Aunt Lydia giving out vagina washing instructions, I’m out y’all! Sorry, not sorry, Aunt Lydia.
The second episode of the Handmaid’s Tale was such a laugh fest. Those crazy New Yorkers and all their adventures! Every time Chandler was making fun of Ross at the Central Perk, I peed my pants. . . Wait wrong show. Unlike the Friends DVD that June was watching, episode 2 of season 2 of The Handmaid’s Tale, was not so funny. Sidenote: When I watched Friends as a kid, I always wanted Monica and Rachel to make out. I thought there was something deeply wrong with me for wanting this. Nah girl. You was just gay.
Last night at 6 pm Hawaii Time, the second season of The Handmaid’s Tale slid into my Hulu account.
One of the many, MANY bonuses of living on this remote Pacific island, is that when a popular show or movie is set to be released at midnight up on the mainland, that shit gets released here at 6 pm. Unfortunately, last night at around 6 pm, I found myself at the beach for a friend’s birthday. Rough life, I know.