Team Krupa! I HATE ELISE. Of all the friggin' thousands of applicants for Hell's Kitchen, there wasn't a non-bitch black female the selection committee could have chosen? I am so tired perpetuation of the "black bitch" stereotype. Thankfully, she isn't going to win. Gordon clearly doesn't like her (see prior shouting matches), and when she claimed the recipe for that delicious roast chicken was all her idea, it was obvious he knew she was lying -- and we know Gordon does not like liars (see Douche Brendan's fate).
At last! Legitimate reasons to be mad at Ditzy Carrie. She a. couldn't fry ONE PIECE of chicken, and b. then kept insisting it wasn't raw. *eye roll*
Random: Wow. Look how short Elise and Elizabeth were standing next to Gordon. He's my height exactly, 6'2, so they all must be shorties. You know who you need to come stand next to, Gordon? Me. BECAUSE I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU, DAMMIT. But I digress.
Ha! Bitchy Elise has picked a fight with THE WRONG ONE. This isn't whiny Ditzy Carrie; this is Sous Chef Andi, bitch! "I'm up here, and you're down here!" Andi snapped, all up in Elise's face. "HELLO?" Andi yelled expectantly. "I heard you," pouted a cowed Elise. God, that was sooooooooo satisfying. You had to smile at that shot of Ditzy Carrie and Krupa wholeheartedly enjoying that.
Dinner Service:
That volleyball player Jen Kessy is 6 ft tall!!!! *happy inside* Surely the ladies will not let my fellow giantess down! Oh -- wait. Here comes Bitchy Elise to screw up the scallops. Remind me why she has such a big ego?
Monterray's showdown with Sous Chef Scott wasn't as fun as Elise vs Andi. I guess cuz I don't hate Monterray. So though he was clearly in the wrong, I just wanted it to be over. And then I got worried that he was going home ... until Chino started screwing up, that is. Wow. Dude made mistake after mistake after mistake, then got the blue team sent off. He's so going home. Meanwhile, Elise screwed up AGAIN (Remind me why she has such a big ego?), and Gina got the red team sent off. And I gotta say, after Gina was so mean to Ditzy Carrie (Yes, Carrie screwed up the chicken, but Gina was mean to her even before that), it was nice to watch her eat some crow.
Natalie irritated me with her stupid girly tears, and LOL at Chino saying "exasperate" instead of "exacerbate."
Elimination:
HA HA HA HA HA *choke* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA LOL ROFL! I almost bloody died laughing when Elise thought her team wanted Carrie gone -- then they (almost) all voted for her. That even topped Elise getting Andi-fied! *still laughing* I actually raised my arms in triumph when Gordon called her name, but I shoulda known better. After all, it was only her first time on the carpet, but Chino's third. Buh-bye, Chino. *still laughing*
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Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Hell's Kitchen, 7/26/11
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Hell's Kitchen, 7/19/11
After fighting all throughout last episode, Ditzy Carrie and Bitchy Elise end up paired together for the meat cook-off challenge? Yeah, I’m sure that was completely uncontrived. *eye roll*
As I knew would happen, turning it into a men vs women competition means at least some sexist comments are going to fly. And Brendan did not disappoint: “Men absolutely have the advantage over women over a grill.” Oh shut the hell up, you little fat ugly backward sexist non-potato-cooking tool. The first women judged got a perfect 4 points; Brendan and Jonathan got 2 points and a “piss off.” SUCK ON THAT.
Thanks, Ditzy Girl Carrie and Bitchy Elise. The women lost because of you. Second prize the guys have won in a row … but they’re probably going to do the same thing they did yesterday: get cocky and lose dinner. For the record, there is NO WAY I would’ve drunk that DISGUSTING meat milkshake. Even if I weren't a vegetarian. Just watching that made my gorge rise.
LOL at Brendan pissing all the guys off bragging about himself over breakfast. What an all-around douche. And watching him and Ditzy Carrie flirting later (I predicted that!) made me sad for humanity. It was some of the most pathetic, juvenile male-female interaction I’ve ever seen.
Dinner Service:
Ditzy Carrie can’t even handle salad. Bitchy Elise thinks she’s team captain. LOVED it when Gordon gave her a verbal reaming. Uh oh. Chino burned two risottos. He’s so going home — wait, no he isn’t, because Douche Brendan lied about having cooked a new serving of fish. Fool. Why lie? All Gordon does is scream and curse; it's not as if you get flogged for making mistakes. Brendan = a pussy. Unless one of the other contestants throws a pot of boiling water onto Gordon, he's gone. Ok, Will’s and Paul’s post-loss hysterics were so infantile. Grow up. Jesus.
Elimination:
Chino? The boys want Chino gone? Yes, he burned risotto, so what? I'll take inexperience over deceit and pussiness. And Gordon agrees with me. Bye-bye, Brendan.
And then, the boys actually balked at being told a girl was joining their team. IDIOTS. Natalie: “They can’t even put their dicks away for five seconds and realize that they need some help?” Well said, girlfriend. I’m predicting right now: a girl wins this season.
As I knew would happen, turning it into a men vs women competition means at least some sexist comments are going to fly. And Brendan did not disappoint: “Men absolutely have the advantage over women over a grill.” Oh shut the hell up, you little fat ugly backward sexist non-potato-cooking tool. The first women judged got a perfect 4 points; Brendan and Jonathan got 2 points and a “piss off.” SUCK ON THAT.
Thanks, Ditzy Girl Carrie and Bitchy Elise. The women lost because of you. Second prize the guys have won in a row … but they’re probably going to do the same thing they did yesterday: get cocky and lose dinner. For the record, there is NO WAY I would’ve drunk that DISGUSTING meat milkshake. Even if I weren't a vegetarian. Just watching that made my gorge rise.
LOL at Brendan pissing all the guys off bragging about himself over breakfast. What an all-around douche. And watching him and Ditzy Carrie flirting later (I predicted that!) made me sad for humanity. It was some of the most pathetic, juvenile male-female interaction I’ve ever seen.
Dinner Service:
Ditzy Carrie can’t even handle salad. Bitchy Elise thinks she’s team captain. LOVED it when Gordon gave her a verbal reaming. Uh oh. Chino burned two risottos. He’s so going home — wait, no he isn’t, because Douche Brendan lied about having cooked a new serving of fish. Fool. Why lie? All Gordon does is scream and curse; it's not as if you get flogged for making mistakes. Brendan = a pussy. Unless one of the other contestants throws a pot of boiling water onto Gordon, he's gone. Ok, Will’s and Paul’s post-loss hysterics were so infantile. Grow up. Jesus.
Elimination:
Chino? The boys want Chino gone? Yes, he burned risotto, so what? I'll take inexperience over deceit and pussiness. And Gordon agrees with me. Bye-bye, Brendan.
And then, the boys actually balked at being told a girl was joining their team. IDIOTS. Natalie: “They can’t even put their dicks away for five seconds and realize that they need some help?” Well said, girlfriend. I’m predicting right now: a girl wins this season.
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