Flashback time. Ethel at her St. Patrick's Day party, 1953. Dress code: black only. Music blares. JFK huddles with his cronies and tells them about his incredible new girl, who's unlike any other, a looker, and "something special." Jackie enters on cue. She cute, indeed, except for her hair, which looks like a poodle's butt. His friends are envious. They think she is one hot tomato. JFK is one smitten (and lecherous) kitten. Jackie makes with the charm by telling JFK he looks terrible. He tells her about his bad back, and introduces her to his brother Bobby. RFK says, "You're just as beautiful as Jack said." Watching this mini-series -- and come on, NBC, let's call a spade a spade; "movie event" my big Korean butt -- is like watching a four-hour adaptation of Margaret Cho's routine about Charlie's Angels, and how it should've been called "And Then There's The Ho," i.e. if there's three women friends, there's always the pretty one, the smart one...and then there's the ho. So in case you don't get it, Jackie is the Pretty One. Just then, Ethel bounds down the stairs in a hideous teal dress. She says, "Here I am, everybody," and preens. She seems to have forgotten her brassy accent as well as her taste. Jackie, understandably, bursts into laughter, which she doesn't even try to conceal. It's hard to tell if it's contemptuous, or if she's laughing in shock at Ethel being so bold. You can tell that Ethel is pissed, though. I would be too, if I were named "Ethel." Not exactly a name to inspire passion. Ethel recovers and greets everyone. Bobby says to Jackie, "Hope you're not upset." Got to give Bobby credit here; he doesn't act embarrassed by Ethel at all. Jackie says, "No -- it's her party. She can do what she likes. I think it's rather clever." Jack leads Jackie away, telling her that Ethel is "wild," but that Jackie can handle her, and that they might even become good friends. Jackie says demurely that it will be interesting to be friends with someone who has no interest in good fashion. Snerk. I guess we can write that laugh up as "contemptuous" after all. Jack smirks and says, "This is going to be wild." Later, at the party. Jackie is at the fireplace, surrounded by a crowd of admirers, all of whom are entranced by her. It's all so very Jane Austen. Bobby murmurs to a friend that she might be exactly what Jack needs. Ethel comes in and honks, "It's my party, and she's the center of attention." Just then Jackie swoops up, slipping in and out of her stiff boned bodice and her bizarre quasi-British, quasi-Boston-mainline accent, and introduces herself. She then excuses herself in the same breath and tells Ethel that she has a terrible headache and has to go. Please. I came up with better excuses than that before I could talk. Ethel is miffed that she's leaving so soon after sucking up all the attention. Bobby is chuckling. Jack follows her.