As it always does, the Real Gabaghouls of the Bada Bing gets off to a rip-roaring start and, as it always does, settles into something not nearly as exciting. I didn’t think it would get there by the third episode, but that’s how inflation works, baby. Or is it climate change? Or is it COVID fatigue? Or is it cancel culture? Or is it Wordle? Is it all of them? Is it none of them? I don’t know anymore. I just want some of those delicious-looking chicken wings and mini sandwiches and a nap that lasts until the next Trump presidency is over.
We still have the conflict over Marge exposing Bill Aydin’s past affair, and it’s a storyline I think curdled like last week’s half-and-half. I get why Margaret did it, but I still don’t buy her justification. Of course Jennifer doesn’t…
