They decided then, as outcasts, to throw their own pool party at the same time. This all goes down because he was rage-texting Max and Tom Sandoval and others from the group, disinviting them to his pool party.
It is so annoying that it washes away the goofy charm we usually get from him.
The thing about Jax going off the rails this time is that it is so predictable that it is so obviously wrong. They’re all carrying on with their lives and talking trash about him, and all he can do is go and work out three times a day because of the Adderall or the weight gain or a manic episode or whatever the hell is wrong with Jax at this point. I particularly enjoyed them referencing all of Jax’s Instagram Stories about going to LIT Method in Hollywood (I wonder how much the company paid for all of that exposure), which just served to show how alienated he is from the entire group. And by claws I mean your nails, and by get out I mean always have them on, even when it makes me question how you wipe. Damn, Scheana, way to get out those claws. I liked when Scheana said Jax called her stupid for booking her music-video shoot on “his big day,” and she told him “his day” was June 29, i.e. I also enjoyed when Brittany called up Katie just to remind her that she rage-texts as often as Jax, because anyone reminding Katie that she is the meanest person on television is just what I’m after. I loved Tom and Tom struggling to decide whether to take their $50K check from the first year of Tom Tom or to plow it back into the business, knowing they made ten times that just by appearing on this here program. I particularly loved when the comedian made fun of Brett and Beau at Dayna’s comedy show (and her comedy wasn’t as bad as Ariana’s or Kristen’s). There were some moments of fun in this episode, things that reminded me of the old days. I mean, what’s next? They’re going to send Danica to Les Deux to shout “ You know what you did!” at random passersby? HYDE! Apparently Charli works there, like she’s a prospective fling of Benji Madden’s from 2006. This week, Dayna and Brett even went to Hyde. There is also the fact that, with each passing week, this show turns more and more into The Hills. Who would put these people into their very own slash fiction? That seems like an invasion. There is also this weird tendency of the show - one executive-produced by Lisa Vanderpump - to repeatedly detail how horny Lisa Vanderpump’s much younger employees are for her, including an interlude this episode in which Tom Schwartz imagines erotically what it would be like to shave her legs. It’s like trying to drink a mug of almost-cooled cocoa or room-temperature beer. There is the whole manufactured love triangle between Brett, Dayna, and Max, which Stassi summed up perfectly by saying it’s a bunch of people who can’t decide whether or not they have feelings for each other. You would call him a shitheel, but that would be an insult both to heels and to shit.īut these days, there is so much to hate on Vanderpump Rules. This is a man who, when we first met him, was cheating on his girlfriend with his best friend’s girl, whipping off his shirt in Vegas parking lots to get in fist fights, and getting arrested for shoplifting a pair of sunglasses. The enjoyment of Vanderpump Rules has always been predicated on the fact that Jax Taylor is one of the world’s great narcissists and assholes.