***Welcome our first new recapper on TrashTalkTV, HaileyGallo! Welcome to the family, sister! I get it. TV is for beautiful people. I am supposed to suspend belief and understand that when you put hipster glasses on a pretty girl and show that she can do basic math that she is a “nerd” (I’m looking at you, Army Wives). I get that when actresses dye their hair brown and wear just a pony tail and jeans and t-shirt that she’s no longer a sexy woman, but the sorta cute tomboy next door. Fine, I can stretch my imagination, but this show is pushing it way too far. Nope, sorry, these women are far too glammed up and sexy to be maids – except for Carla from Scrubs. Sorry, girl, you look tired and irritated all the damn time. I could believe that these women were maids if they were wearing a little less foundation, and had a little less botox. Okay, so let’s take a moment and reset ourselves to a worldview where Hispanic maids have Covergirl contracts and a round the clock glam squad and let’s talk some trash! This is a show about Hispanic maids, so of course it’s set in Beverly Hills and there’s a fancy pants party going on at a gigantic mansion. (Sidenote guys: Marc Cherry must have needed to cut costs because I’m pretty sure I’ve heard this background music on Desperate Housewives.) This background song is called Teri Hatcher Doing Something Sneaky While Making Over Exaggerated Faces and Tiptoeing Like a Cartoon Character Evelyn Powell, the lady of the house, condescendingly tells her young cute maid, Flora, how admirable it is that she and her fellow “you people” come to “this great country of ours” to clean fine things they’ll never have. “Whatever bitch, I put mayo in your Creme de la Mer”. Then Evelyn Powell drops the old: “If you don’t stop screwing my husband, I’ll have you deported.” Her husband Adrian is gross and apologizes for allowing himself to be seduced by Flora, repeatedly. Ew. He looks like he smells like greasy hair. Evelyn and Adrian return to their party and Flora starts to vigorously write a note. In my head it reads: “Dear Missus, I put sand in your Master Cleanse this morning”, because if I was a maid to this bitchy lady these would be the things I would do. At the party, Evelyn starts to air her dirty laundry and Adrian cuts her off with, “You’ll have to excuse my wife, she’s drunk [DOTDOT-DOT] and evil” . . . and thinks that she’s stuck in a 1930s talkie….
***Welcome our first new recapper on TrashTalkTV, HaileyGallo! Welcome to the family, sister! I get it. TV is for beautiful people. I am supposed to suspend belief and understand that when you put hipster glasses on a pretty girl and show that she can do basic math that she is a “nerd” (I’m looking at you, Army Wives). I get that when actresses dye their hair brown and wear just a pony tail and jeans and t-shirt that she’s no longer a sexy woman, but the sorta cute tomboy next door. Fine, I can stretch my imagination, but this show is pushing it way too far. Nope, sorry, these women are far too glammed up and sexy to be maids – except for Carla from Scrubs. Sorry, girl, you look tired and irritated all the damn time. I could believe that these women were maids if they were wearing a little less foundation, and had a little less botox. Okay, so let’s take a moment and reset ourselves to a worldview where Hispanic maids have Covergirl contracts and a round the clock glam squad and let’s talk some trash! This is a show about Hispanic maids, so of course it’s set in Beverly Hills and there’s a fancy pants party going on at a gigantic mansion. (Sidenote guys: Marc Cherry must have needed to cut costs because I’m pretty sure I’ve heard this background music on Desperate Housewives.) This background song is called Teri Hatcher Doing Something Sneaky While Making Over Exaggerated Faces and Tiptoeing Like a Cartoon Character Evelyn Powell, the lady of the house, condescendingly tells her young cute maid, Flora, how admirable it is that she and her fellow “you people” come to “this great country of ours” to clean fine things they’ll never have. “Whatever bitch, I put mayo in your Creme de la Mer”. Then Evelyn Powell drops the old: “If you don’t stop screwing my husband, I’ll have you deported.” Her husband Adrian is gross and apologizes for allowing himself to be seduced by Flora, repeatedly. Ew. He looks like he smells like greasy hair. Evelyn and Adrian return to their party and Flora starts to vigorously write a note. In my head it reads: “Dear Missus, I put sand in your Master Cleanse this morning”, because if I was a maid to this bitchy lady these would be the things I would do. At the party, Evelyn starts to air her dirty laundry and Adrian cuts her off with, “You’ll have to excuse my wife, she’s drunk [DOTDOT-DOT] and evil” . . . and thinks that she’s stuck in a 1930s talkie….