'Kourtney & Kim Take Miami' Recap: Scott Can't Have a Lesbian Friend or 6? (VIDEO)
It’s getting easier and easier to keep up with the Kardashians, at least where Kourtney and Kim are concerned. Once upon a time their antics in Miami or NYC involved drunken nights out and explosive fights. Now, the girls spend their time talking about pregnancy and kittens on E!'s Kourtney & Kim Take Miami. Zzzzzzz.
This week’s activities centered around breast milk, lesbians and rashes, which may sound interesting but really ranked somewhere between filing your taxes and going to church on the excitement scale.
Kourtney, meanwhile, resumed her role of nagging parental figure to poor Scott Disick, who has quickly become the most likeable character on this show. How did that happen? Lord Disick, along with Kim, managed to escape Kourtney for an afternoon to party with his new douche-bro Chapman and a slew of lesbians. LD bonded with one such lesbian, Dani, who looks so familiar -- was she on A Shot At Love With Tila Tequila?? How does America know her?
Anyway, when Kourt heard that Scott was having any shred of fun whatsoever, she Skyped up her therapist to whine. Kourt’s shrink advised that rather than fire off a heap of insane sounding texts, she should draft her rants to emails but never send them. Good idea!
But, the Kardashians have a way of turning a good idea (marriage) into catastrophic mistakes (72 days), don’t they? When Kourt heard that Scott was making yet another playdate with lesbian Dani, she was so enraged that she enlisted Kim to help her write a psychotic message listing all the things she hates about him -- but not send it. Healthy right? Yes... until butterfingers Kim hits send “accidentally” (Freud would have a field day with this one) and a baffled, furious Scott stomped in and demanded an explanation for such bizarre complaints like, “Your only friends should be your children.”
Kourt gave a smug, half-hearted apology while Scott stormed out to shop for ties with Dani, while Kim something something breast milk, blah blah psoriasis. I temporarily lapsed into a coma during all of her segments, ditto with anytime Mr. Cheban appeared on screen. I’m actually starting to miss the farting man-child that was Kris Humphries. At least you could figure out his sexual orientation.
In the end, Kourt and Scott kinda sorta patched things up after he threatened to go off to NYC -- where he wasn’t under 24 hour surveillance -- but Kourtney smugly, half-heartedly insisted that she did indeed care about him. Then Kourt, who's increasingly becoming the dullard, gave her man a little makeup sex. I’m sorry that was a typo, I meant to say a fist bump. She gave the father of her two children a fist bump.
Ain’t love grand?