All's Not Fair

Sometimes yelling at Kim Kardashian feels safer than crying.

My mother’s health has been in decline. Recently she was hospitalized for a week for health issues her doctors couldn’t diagnose, or my mother didn’t want to tell me, or my mother didn’t remember because of the brain surgery she had less than two years ago. All are equally likely scenarios, and probably a combination of all three.

But my mother’s most recent stint of instability coincided with my own destabilization because I couldn’t get my meds for over a week. So, I did what any Piscean would do: Anything to escape dealing with the reality of it all.

In this case, “anything”
was watching All’s Fair.

I did not know anything about this new show from Ryan Murphy when I opened Hulu Tuesday morning, apparently the day it debuted. I wasn’t wearing my glasses so I didn’t even register all the female faces crammed into the banner. But they all looked fabulously dressed, and considering how much I’d enjoyed the seasons of Feud, I threw caution to the wind and clicked play from underneath a pi…