As much as it pains me to type it – last week I was reminded why I used to want to slap Taylor upside the head. She and Ridge put Brooke on the spot about Rick, Taylor spouting, “your son is sick, Brooke. Wake up! He is psychologically damaged.” While this may be true, how can she be so sanctimonious? Taylor’s own son, Thomas, is undergoing psychiatric help for his demented arson and car bombing attacks. I mean, really, take a look in the mirror, girlfriend. Taylor’s own son is nuttier than a fruitcake, and if it hadn’t been for Rick’s invention last year she’d still be drowning her sorrows in LA’s finest door-to-door delivery vodka.
During Taylor’s lunch date with “world-renowned” quack James Warwick, ex-husband Ridge and fire-starter Thomas, it looked like someone might take some responsibility for their own actions. Alas, it wasn’t to be:
Taylor: "Sweetheart, you were defending my honor. I was the one who was all caught up in these feelings, and I -"
Thomas: "- you know, let's not blame ourselves. Let's blame Rick."
Yeah, great idea Thomas. Let’s blame Rick. In amongst the insanity that was Taylor/Ridge vs. Rick, Brooke at least came back with a zinger when Taylor accused Rick of having an Oedipus Complex:
Brooke: "When did you come up with this diagnosis? Before or after you slept with my son?" READ MORE
