Meanwhile, Whitney visits People's Revolution to hash it out with Kelly. Frankly, there is no reason for this scene, either in the show or in real life. Those two will probably never see each other ever again, and if they happen to converge at the same place, they can do what the rest of us do: Ignore each other. Nonetheless, Whitney pulls the She-Pratt and forcefully wedges herself in the situation. Kelly straight-up says, "You brought your friend, and I hurt her feelings, and I would like to say that I'm sorry for that, but I'm not." Awesome. Kelly stands in totally unabashed judgment of A-holette. She claims she was alarmed, but she totally just wanted to fuck with her. And, frankly, I see nothing wrong with that. Then again, I'm a bitter old hag. So there's that. Whitney notes that she is in a really awkward position, but Kelly stands firm. "The truth doesn't always come like a shiny bluebird on someone's shoulder," she concludes. "The truth hurts!" I have absolutely no idea what that whole bluebird business means, but I love it.
Pink plays us out, all power rocker chick as Whitney squirms, Kelly basks in her own kick-assness, and the A-holes march up Broadway, secure in the belief that they're prettier and more popular than everyone else.
Next week: JR stays in the picture, despite knowing full-well that things aren't completely wrapped up between Erin and Duncan. Olivia returns to her Jay fixation by offering his band a charity event gig. Nevan talks shit during the performance, and Jay hates Olivia's guts anyway, so he leaves without a proper goodbye. Despite the fact that they are blatantly not friends -- or even friendly acquaintances -- she takes umbrage at this. Nevan coins the term "Plaid Mafia." Oh, Nevan... if you're going to concoct some bullshit derogatory term, at least make sure it makes sense.