We need to talk about The Beverly. Guys, I might hate The Beverly even more than I hated Actual Beverly.
Fug File: Nashville
For a hot second I thought this was our last new episode of the year, which would have been a big old WHAAAAT from me. But at least that means THIS week something might actually happen.
They could have titled this episode, “Boy, it’s taking a while to get used to Scarlett’s haircut.”
Well, it happened: Scarlett cut her hair. And not just a trim. She turned it up to ELEVEN. It was driven by Clare Bowen’s desire to reach out to kids with cancer — she herself had it as young as age four – who, as she did, feel self-conscious or anxious about losing their hair; she said she did it to prove to them that hair is not “what makes a princess, or a warrior, or a superhero.” What a lovely and big-hearted thing to do. I personally fall into the trap all the time of attaching too much vanity to what my hair is doing, or isn’t doing. Thank you, Clare, for the reminder that what really counts isn’t coming out of our follicles.
Her Instagram has a better shot than I got from the episode:
A photo posted by Clare Bowen (@clarembee) on
Yes, yes, someone dies this week… BUT NEXT WEEK SCARLETT APPARENTLY GETS A HAIRCUT. SANTA IS REAL!!!
Starring Bev and her Sad Microwave, and featuring Maddie losing both her stadium concert virginity and possibly her actual one.
B is for bitter. Y is for yelping. E is for envious. B is for bailing. E is for exasperating. V is for very very very reVisionist history required to make Deacon so vengeful. What’s it spell? BYE BEV.
Also, getting serious for a second: Not a lot of lightness about Juliette’s storyline because Hayden Panettiere has gone into treatment for postpartum depression, and I can only imagine that filming this story arc was incredibly difficult for her while she herself was experiencing those kinds of emotional lows. Big props to her for that effort, but even bigger props for knowing when to step back and admit the need for help, which must be doubly complicated when you are in the public eye. Be well, Hayden.