So, yeah, uhm... Was it good for you? I’m going to level with you, it wasn’t good for me. I want to be charitable, so I won’t call it bad. But, to be perfectly honest, if “Cashmere Mafia” didn’t have lesbian content there is no way on hell I would watch it again. Not even for Frances O’Connor. Not even for Miranda Otto. Not even for Lucy Liu. Right now, Bonnie Somerville and her new shade of Sapphic lip locking is the only thing that will bring me back Wednesday night for episode two.
Why so disgruntled? Well, pretty much I’m always disgruntled. But to be more specific, sweet fancy Jesus, the writing sucked. You’d almost think the writers went on strike before this thing was scripted. But, sorry, no such scapegoat. This is apparently their A material. How sad. I mean, I’m pretty much this show’s target audience -- a former “Sex and the City” fan with a thing for the ladies. And even I am all, “Oh, girl. No. Really, no.” Also, someone needs to take the music director behind the barn to be shot.
Still I will dutifully stick it out for the next couple of episodes because a) duh, hot girls kissing and b) what else am I going to watch, “American Gladiator?” Sigh.
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