"Let's talk a little bit about rejection," Chris suggests. Thinking this will finally be his golden opportunity to bitch out Probst for what is an obvious glut of generic game-show "personalities" sporting ill-fitting khakis, I lean in with growing interest despite the fact that I'm clearly losing interest in this episode. But it's something else entirely: "Most guys aren't used to having the tables turned like this." Oh, good god. That's enough. "Brook was the one guy that confronted Trista when he had issues. And if anything, I think America respected him for his grit." And now, on to what is clearly the dumbest subplot in this season's seemingly endless dumbness. Let's get something straight: Trista didn't pick Brook because he was a nitwit misogynist hick with a mullet. But she wasn't a liar. Quite to the contrary. I'm sure she is allergic to horses. But the issue isn't whether she can stand to be with a guy because she's allergic to his horses. The issue is being with a guy whose name doesn't start with "Count" or "Master" who has horses at all. Brook and Trista were from two separate planets, and it's a planet on which a future correspondent for Access Hollywood (er, I mean "a pediatric physical therapist who thinks that kids are, like, totally groovy") and a simple farmhand who sleeps under the sky and calls it a "skah." Trista didn't pick Brook because he should be with someone who can sow and reap, and because she she be with someone who isn't him. Not stringing him along was a savvy move made by a thinking woman whose opinion I respected four weeks ago when I still liked her. Brook is tertiary to this plot. Let it die.
Episode Report CardDjb: B | 441 USERS: C+
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