Well, divas, we’ve reached the end of Love Story: John F. Kennedy Jr. and Carolyn Bessette. While I am deeply ready for every woman in the West Village to stop wearing CBK-lite white oxford shirts with pencil skirts (a little originality, please, girlinas!), I am sad to see the end of this strangely addictive, if occasionally maddening, show. Where am I supposed to get my fix of ’90s New York nostalgia now? From Seinfeld? I’ve already seen every episode so many times that I use them as a kind of televisual Ambien to get to sleep!
Anyway, without further ado, here’s literally every thought I had about the season finale of Love Story: John F. Kennedy Jr. and Carolyn Bessette.
- Headband spotted!
- Is that…Talia Balsam?
- Truly an underrated Mad Men character (and John Slattery’s real-life wife!).
- Being invited into John and Carolyn’s couples therapy session, however fictional it may be, feels…icky.
- “I cannot be the third person in my marriage”…Diana boots!
- It seems Mom and Dad are not into trial-separating, but the bad vibes from the last episode continue, so…something’s gotta give!
- I feel like couples therapists are supposed to back down if both members of said couple don’t like a suggestion, aren’t they?
- Ah, to be smoking a cigarette with Paul Anthony Kelly in a dimly lit dive bar.
- How much residual money is Radiohead making from this show?
- When a Kennedy drops by to “get that linen blazer,” you know it’s on.
- This feels like the most legit sex scene we’ve gotten all season. I guess it’s important to go out with a bang… (literally)?
- Hot elevator-kiss flashback!
- Wait, yeah…who’s had Friday this whole time? Carolyn? John? Some secret third party?
- Oy vey iz mir, Rory’s wedding.
- I like Caroline’s sunglasses.
- “You aren’t Dad”…brutal, but true.
- Aw, it’s nice to see Caroline actually supporting this marriage, close-to-over though it may be.
- Hearing the Bessette sisters plan the flight that eventually killed them is…a lot.
- Who uses the word “jettison” in casual conversation with their sister?
- Or “by your own volition,” for that matter?
- Aw, Carolyn’s at the George gala!
- Dido needle-drop?!?!!?!?!!?
- Does Gen Z even know about Dido?
- I guess they will now!
- Speaking of Gen Z and this show…we’re so back at Panna II!
- So The Rules rules really go out the window once you fall in love, huh?
- If even CBK stopped playing it coy when she actually fell for a man, what hope did I ever have?
- Sorry to keep being annoying about dialogue, but…“build a life for ourselves as partners”?
- Is this a marriage or a legal merger?
- I guess a marriage is a bit of a legal merger, but I digress.
- John’s backwards baseball cap is so lesbian (complimentary).
- Or is it more frat-boy-pushing-40?
- Either way, I’m upset at how much I don’t hate it.
- Wait, Caroline wasn’t even going to the wedding John and Carolyn were en route to during the plane crash?!?
- Ugh.
- Ugh again—we’re picking up from the scene in the pilot of Carolyn getting her nails done and John being pissed off in the car 🙁
- Oh, come the fuck on, we’re going inside the plane during what are (presumably) the moments before the end?
- Did we strictly need to see this?
- Oh, poor Caroline.
- Poor Ann-Marie Messina, for that matter!
- She told John never to take more than one of her daughters on a plane!
- Okay, now we’re hitting stuff I actually remember (news reports about John, Carolyn, and Lauren going missing).
- Not that this is about me in any way, but this did all go down on my real-life sixth birthday.
- Emmy for Grace Gummer!
- Oh, Ann-Marie is pissed (rightfully).
- If ever I suffer an untimely death, I’m going to need someone to go over to my apartment and hide any personal notes or anything else I might not want my mother to see.
- LOL, Ann-Marie really called Ed dumb as hell (basically).
- You know what, Emmy for Constance Zimmer, too!
- Let’s throw those little gold statuettes out like confetti!
- “We are Kennedy women and we’re still here. And that can’t be for nothing.” Go off, Ethel!
- Aw, this last shot of John and Carolyn at the beach is sad and lovely.
- John’s kind of got a Don-Draper-in-the-last-scene-of-Mad Men glow to him.
- Well, that’s a wrap!
- See you next season (I hope) for…whatever it is we’re in for!
