Memories, a blight on the corners of my mind
Fortunately, back in the suite, Kevin gave it to Apex with both barrels about declaring Stacie to be unstable. Elizabeth got all upset over being criticized, and she and Jennifer M. had an argument that looks very different in retrospect, knowing what we now know of Jen. In this argument, Jen snots at Elizabeth to "grow up." And then Jen interviews that the women "largely lack emotional intelligence." Jen has lots. She's so emotionally intelligent that she never does any work, and she still isn't fired.
For the fourth task, the teams were told to set up a restaurant in an empty space. Jennifer C. made everybody nuts. Again, Ivana drove everyone crazy, but at least she was doing work. She was also unable, we now learn, to keep from criticizing Jennifer C. by throwing out a description of her "porky little finger." Right. Right, exactly. Because calling a thin woman who isn't quite as skinny as you are "porky" is very, very much like calling her a slut. You already don't like her. Why not throw in "porky"? After all, it's hurtful, and maybe it will be the one punch that will land if none of the rest of them do. It's not like she can argue, right? What woman have you ever seen say, "I am not fat, what are you talking about?" It's funny; every time I see somebody do what Ivana just did -- and I see it from very, very smart women from whom I would never expect it, who wear this one bit of nastiness like a old scar that doesn't entirely fade -- it just makes me want to scream. Because it's always thrown in like that, like an afterthought, like, "She doesn't have enough merit as a person for me to do what I usually do, which is do women who are above a size 0 the favor of not mentioning their hideousness, but in case you didn't notice? She's got a fat ass, too, and if she's not going to be a nice person, I'm going to talk about it." But it just reminds you that whether or not they're saying it, they're always, always thinking it, whether you're spared the comment or not. You...you and your porky little fingers. If you stay on my good side, I'll pretend not to notice. I hope Ivana doesn't have any size-six friends, because if she does, she just knifed them in the ribs.