"Compassionate Christie". That will always be an oxymoron for me, just like "living dead" or "virtual reality".Remember a few weeks back when everyone was at the restaurant having dinner, and Jodi's graduation was announced? When Jodi's mother mentioned ordering a glass of wine with dinner, a desire shared by Niambi and Antonia, Christie wasted no time in making her needs -- demands, actually -- known to all. I'll never forget the smirk on Christie's face as Jodi explained the "Christie Covenant" to the three clueless women. It bothered me then, as none of them were participants in the mandatory prohibition, and none of them were alcoholics.
The proof of Christie's hypocrisy at that table can be found in the montage we saw at Christie's graduation. Here's the set-up: As Rhonda reiterates the scope of Christie's substance abuse, Christie tearfully handles an open bottle of tequila. Sniffing it, she moans:
"This really sucks...that I can't handle this...that I can't take this anymore...that I'm not going to be able to have a drink on a cruise...that I'm not going to be able to sip Pina Coladas on a beach because I can't handle it and **expletive**, it PISSES ME OFF!"
Too bad Compassionate Christie couldn't quite make the connection that other people might feel the same way when they were constrained from ordering a glass of wine with their dinner just because an alcoholic was at the table. Maybe they were even "pissed off".
Ahhh...selective compassion.