Char decides to paint over the nursery at her place to "hide the evidence" that she ever wanted a baby of her own. What was once her nursery is now a gray room with lots of shelf space.
Carrie is out having sushi and sake with Bearded Guy from Vogue. He says he fell in love with his wife when he saw her dance on-stage. "She plié-d, and I plotzed!" Oh, boy. You just took a romantic thing and made it lame with that line. Shame! Carrie laughs, kitted out in her nameplate necklace and yet another honking cameo pin on her sleeveless pink sweater. Bearded Guy asks if she has any "great love" going on, and she says she just broke up with someone. Way to editorialize, Bradshaw. Anyway, she asked Bearded Guy to dinner to tell him she's NOT GOING TO FINISH the article for Vogue. Oh, MAN! How lame is that? Does she not need the money? Can she not accept criticism? Does re-writing make her break out? Has she finally discovered eBay? Bearded Guy asks how her father would feel about her quitting. She says her father quit her and her mom when she was five. She doesn't know the reason why, and "that's the name of that tune." He goes, "Hmm," then says, "Your father leaves without an answer, and you spend your life asking questions about men." Oh, Doctor! You are a genius! My pink Freudian slip, she is mended! Bearded Guy offers Carrie freedom from dealing with mean ol' Candice Bergen, leaving her "more time to hate Tom Ford's line." Amen to that. Everyone should hate Tom Ford, and his lines. Vogue should have people on that AROUND the freaking CLOCK. The man is a pestilence on the industry, rosacea on the face of fashion. What did Tom Ford ever do for anyone besides make a few shiny shirts and slap some metal on the heel of a stiletto and demand credit for it? Go away, Tom Ford. Bearded Guy is all, "Let's work on this together, whaddya say?" I say, you are the nicest editor ever, and -- adopt me?
Carrie sits in front of her laptop, looks at a photo of herself and her dad, and wonders if the relationships children have with their parents do in fact influence their adult relationships. Duh! The question of the week is: "How much does a father figure, figure?"
Cut to Miranda in her office, hollering at some clients on a conference call. Charlotte breaks in with an "emergency." She sees that Miranda left an important toy off her registry list. Mir is all, dude? I'm on an IMPORTANT CONFERENCE CALL. Char babbles about a stork centerpiece and a marzipan baby stroller with a white peanut butter baby inside it that you can eat until Mir hollers that she is at WORK and they already agreed no cutesy stuff, and hangs up. Char is all, hello?