- So, our opportune question here: is June broken? Burning the letters of her sisters-in-arms sure as hell sells that. Oh, and her dead eyed stare into our soul helps too.
- I’d love for this to be a long con. But I can’t fathom that as a possibility. Sayonara, Marc’s hope!
- Haha! Offred is musty.
- If I didn’t know better, I’d say Serena Joy doesn’t like lobotomized June. That pleases me. Hell. If she was mildly constipated I’d be tickled, too.
- Forgive me. If you’re in the slave labor camp… why live?
- If June/Offred has miscarried, I think I’m gonna scream.
- Gilead looks like Oak Park, Illinois. The people who live there are likely 10% less scary.
- Baby Angela has some boogies. Oh, and her real mom is gone. But you know. Boogies.
- Back from commercial and Offred is in a blood red bath. I seriously can’t tell now if there IS a problem, or we’re being duped. That the loss of self is causing some kind of hallucination?
- Gilead seriously has some kind of fascination with ritual schtick. And like, it’s never once been anything short of super creepy as fuck.
- Wait. Hold up. Are they giving the drivers some child-brides? I think I may vomit.
- Because I still feel sick after the last scene, just hearing all the pick axes and shovels of the workers makes me think of the beginning of “Blazing Saddles” and now I’m sadder.
- FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY SEE A DOCTOR, JUNE. This show is basically a horror show in slow motion. “Here. Be terrified for 13 episodes.” “Will someone die?” “By the time we’re done, you’ll sure hope so.”
- I’m rooting for the baby to somehow be alive, because I want to see June remain alive. I know she’s our protagonist and that it’s unlikely she’d be taken from us. But that doesn’t take away the feelings.
- SWEET JESUS JUNE IS ALIVE. And so is her half-dead-faced fetus.
