Hello and welcome to the seventh recap of the third season of Orange is the New Black, a reality competition that pits cat-owners against babies to decide once and for all who looks better in an bee costume.


This is The Book Of Norma: Norma’s Episode, an hour-long treatise on the benefits of human touch, shrugging your shoulders, chopping off your fingertips and possessing pungent vaginal discharge. No, really it’s about how to find purpose or meaning in powerlessness, maybe, or about strength in silence. Or it’s about how a quiet follower can become a spiritual center, made holy by her refusal to talk — let alone live — as loudly as those who surround her, ever-so-convinced they’ve got something important to say. It’s about how we decide what to believe in, and how that decision claims to be wide open but really never can be.

It’s also about two people connecting. With four other people. And aliens.

I swear to goddess if those teenagers who live above me don't stop playing 24/7 dubstep I'm gonna lose my mind
I swear to goddess if those teenagers who live above me don’t start fast-forwarding through the theme song at some point in this OITNB marathon I’m gonna lose my mind

This is Norma’s episode and everybody thinks Norma is magic. She hexes your ex’s new girl by rubbing paper between her hands, which coincidentally is also how you warm up Sally Hansen waxing strips. They’re about as good for removing hair as Norma is for removing your ex’s new girl from your ex, I imagine. Norma’s got healing energy hands, too. I learned about this in my Reiki Master training. You should try it.


Meanwhile the new guards have started “training,” and by “training” I mean watching a ’90s video about sexual harassment while Caputo hangs out in the back with Danny, trying to pretend like he’s never masturbated in his office.

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Bueller? Anyone? Bueller?
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That kid never fucking shows up

Back in the Underpants Factory, everybody’s chatting about men who pay for women’s panties. I really hate the word “panties” but I’m gonna try to roll with it for y’all.

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You know, I did try douching with vinegar and water and I have to say, that did tamper down the smell a little bit —
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Nobody wants to hear about the time you left a tampon in for eight days. Literally nobody.

The girls can’t believe that’s a thing:

Flaca: I can’t believe that’s a thing!
Black Cindy: Man, everything is a thing. Like the people who like to fuck in animal costumes!
Stella: Furries.
Piper: Or those guys who are really into My Little Pony.
Stella: Bronies!
Black Cindy: Look at you, boo-boo.
Piper: What are you, some kind of fetish fangirl?

Black Cindy says there’s somebody out there for everybody these days, like even for cannibals and ticklers and whatever Larry Bloom is.

Black Cindy: See, it used to be all these weirdos sitting alone in their houses, jerking it to bugs or falling in love with their toasters, feeling all creepy and sad. Now, all they got to do is log on and find the same-minded toaster-loving peeps and, like, bam, suddenly shit be perfectly normal.

Sometimes it’s hard to recap this show because the jokes in the show are just so good that you don’t really even need my jokes anymore.

Wait, hold up. PONY PLAY??
Hell no you will never be as perfect as me

Red returns to the kitchen, where Gloria and the girls celebrate her arrival by doing some double-dutch routines to a Debbie Gibson CD. Just kidding! She returns and nobody celebrates anything.

That's right. I've seen the finale and I will NOT hesitate to spoil it for you in the comments
That’s right. I’ve seen the finale and I will NOT hesitate to spoil it for you in the comments

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Norma, at least, is pleased by her Alpha’s return.


FLASHBACK! Young Norma, a tender button-nosed curly-haired girl who looks like she’d be a really good babysitter is hitting up an EMPOWER YOURSELF meeting, lead by a long-haired bearded guy in white linen pants and sandals named Guru Mack. Not to be confused with “Guru Mac,” McDonald’s failed rice patty project.

What gives me so much power, you may ask? I'll tell you. It's because I'm a man.
I’m a man. And I know everything.
But isn't it men who got us into this war in the first place?
But

Guru Mack’s got all the standard spiritual mumbo-jumbo that charismatic and slightly unhinged guys like him used in the ’70s to become “spiritual leaders” and bang a lot of chicks with center parts. Good news, readers: I’ve watched a lot of documentaries about cults, and I’m pretty sure this guy’s based on Father Yod and The Source Family.

Cults like this one tended to follow a certain pattern: A charismatic and slightly unhinged man, usually a man who was rejected or otherwise felt alienated by the religion he’d initially aimed to dedicate his life to, begins gathering young, wandering followers under the auspices of equality and harmony. He spots an opportunity within the sexual revolution and second-wave feminism to create a dangerous and highly patriarchal and sexualized society while advertising it to be precisely the opposite. (FREE LOVE!) It was much easier to run off, too, than it was today, and running off felt like a real departure because phone calls weren’t cheap and letters take time to travel and require an address. So it was easier for women to get lost and become the possession of a controlling polygamist.

Guru Mack calls Norma “Sister Sad Eyes,” tells her she’s among friends, that here she can share her story. Norma opens her mouth to speak but instead stutters — and Guru Mack, with his eagle-eye for exploitable weaknesses, seizes the moment. Here, she need not speak, he implores, he’ll just place his hands on her forearms and declare her empowered.

And this is how men give cooties to women
And this is how men give women acne

She’s all in.


Berdie’s been given the gift of erotica, courtesy of her enthusiastic drama student Suzanne Warren, fan of purple love muscles and mammals with scales and vaseline dildos. Berdie reminds Suzanne that drama class is mostly about violence and Palex, not beastiality.

Berdie: I asked you to re-imagine a primary life experience, not write a kinky sex fantasy set in space!
Suzanne: It’s not just sex. It’s love. It’s two people connecting. with four other people. and aliens.

Bless us, everyone.

So Spencer runs into Aria in the basement of a mental institution?
So when exactly do Spencer and Aria come into the story?
but
I took some creative liberties with the assignment —
The assignment was SPARIA fan-fic, Suzanne.
The assignment was SPARIA fan-fic, Suzanne.
Get this Emison shit out of my office.
Get this Emison shit out of my office.

Suzanne’s devastated by the rejection but Taystee’s there to turn her frown upside down: reminding her that even Stephen King and J.K. Rowling got rejected ten billion times and that she can’t let Berdie stop her from living her best life. Just like there’s a splosher out there for everybody, there’s a reader out there for every terrible e-book. For example, a sequel to 50 Shades of Grey “from Christian’s point of view” is #1 on The New York Times bestseller list AS WE SPEAK.

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Suzanne: Chang got to do her scene and it’s all heads popping off and organs coming out!
Taystee: That’s because this is America. Violence is all good and fine but SEX?! Lord no!

I LOVE THIS SHOW.


In the Mel-Caf, the girls have gathered ’round for an intoxicating game of MASH, famous for its prominence in slumber parties of yore. Daya says she always got “shack” but she bets Piper always got “mansion.” Also in real life, probably Piper had a mansion in real life too.

You bet I ate his brains first. Sucked 'em right out of his eyeballs and ate that shit with soy sauce, motherfuckers
You bet I ate his brains first. Sucked ’em right out of his eyeballs and ate that shit with vodka sauce!

Piper sing-songs about her four bathrooms and the half-bath off the playroom and how truly, she was a very lonely child — which is both true and not really gonna work too well with this crowd.

Morello: Do you hear yourself sometimes? Like when you speak?

Over at Cafe Halal, Black Cindy, Taystee, Poussey and Watson are enjoying the hell out of their kosher meals, which’s more than I can say for the kosher meals we all were treated to at A-Camp.

Wait, tribadism and frottage are the same thing?
Wait, Hannah Montana is queer now too?
Did you read the Autostraddle article about Scissoring I sent you?
What part of “EVERYONE IS GAY” did you not understand?

Morello’s Suitor Talk gets Piper thinking about all this on macro level, and why caged women appeal to free men:

Piper: It’s like we’re all in Chained Heat or Cellblock Sisters and all we do is have lesbian sex and strip searches and have naked catfights in the shower.
(pause)
Piper: We also do other things.

Morello’s not concerned, ’cause they get what they want and she gets what she wants and everybody wins. This gets Piper thinking, too: now that she’s no longer crafting artisinal soaps with Polly to cleanse the buttcracks of Williamsburg’s finest, she’s ready for a new project. She’s ready for the opposite of soap.

Errrr I really don't think "tribadism" is a word but let her screw up her own crossword puzzle if she wants to
Errrr I really don’t think “tribadism” is a word but let her screw up her own crossword puzzle if she wants to

Piper, practically near-combustion regarding the first good idea she’s had since doing the Macarena to “Milkshake,” reveals her business plan to Alex Vause, who thinks it’s FUCKING BRILLIANT.


New CO training continues to remind us why private corporations taking over prisons is a terrible no good very bad idea. Caputo insists they need 40 hours of training, Danny insists they should just read the manual and maybe watch some late-night MSNBC specials about prison and then they’ll be 100% ready to supervise a motley crew of attractive young women with low-level criminal histories.

Now imagine your forearms are rainbows, spiraling outwards into the sky
Now imagine your forearms are rainbows, spiraling outwards into the sky, and let yourself hear the cry of inmates starving for love, and then take a deep breath, and let it go

In the kitchen, Gina and The Not-Weeping Weeping Woman creep in to beg Norma to start a spiritual healing group with them now that their witching club has fallen into disarray. Red thinks it’s nonsense but Norma glows radiantly when they talk about her magical healing powers.

MARCO!
MARCO!
POLO!
POLO!

Red railroads ’em as Norma stands there shrugging, half-smiling, doing the non-verbal equivalent of attempting to get a word in edgewise but ultimately, of course, submitting to Red. Red is bossy and thinks she knows what’s best and Norma is a person who is drawn to people who can tell her what’s best. But now she has a chance to be the person who knows best and she’s going for it.

Norma’s an interesting character because she’s relatively free of malice and ill-intent. There’s no dark, deviant side to her, nothing ugly and misanthropic that emerges when shit gets tough or crime shows up like it does for pretty much every other character on this show. She’s just a follower who cracks maybe once or twice a lifetime.


FLASHBACK! Guru Mack and the cast of HAIR have gathered in a grassy field for Guru Mack to wed himself to all his flaxen-haired followers, therefore achieving the holy purpose of banging as many chicks as possible.

When the moon is in the Seventh House And Jupiter aligns with Mars
When the moon is in the Seventh House
And Jupiter aligns with Mars
Then peace will guide the planets
Then peace will guide the planets And love will steer the stars!
Are we supposed to know the lyrics to this?
Why does everyone know the lyrics to this song?

Norma Moon is seemingly unprepared for the fact that her astral plane moon sun goddess love and light wedding to Guru Mack is to be followed by Guru Mack’s astral plane moon sun goddess love and light wedding to Kirsa Rain and then his astral plane moon sun goddess love and light wedding to Silver Tree and then his wedding to every other girl in the cult.

I wonder who will get to braid his hair tonight!?
I can’t wait ’til later when we put arsenic in his dandelion wine

One of the guys says this is kinda weird and maybe he shouldn’t have given this dude his Volvo? Pro tip: never give “spiritual leaders” your Volvo, y’all.


Out in the yard, Donaldson delivers important info about how to be a guard to this guy who looks like a diaper.

Tell me everything you know about dental dams
Tell me everything you know about dental dams

Piper spies Lolly with her two eyes but Lolly doesn’t recognize her, which ignites Alex’s paranoia that Lolly’s been sent here to kill her. But no mind: there’s a Prison Panty Party Enterprise to plan! They’ll just need to gather some girls to wear the panties for 2-3 days (Piper has a “strong brew,” says Alex, so she’ll need less time). Alex will be the brains. Everybody else will be the genitalia.

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Okay so Nicky is like, the hub, and then Nicky connects to Morello, but Morello also connects to you, and then I connect to you —
Okay so Nicky is like, the hub, and then Nicky connects to Morello, but Nicky also connects to you, and then I connect to you —

Now they just need a panty mule.

Alex: Someone gullible, and insecure enough to be flattered that you picked them—
Piper: For the record, I was not gullible, I was trusting, and perhaps a little inhibited—
Alex: You had a flimsy sense of self. You dressed head-to-toe in Urban Outfitters.

Who should stroll on by, then, but the new recruit Alex pegs for his resemblance to a Gerber Baby, who promptly proceeds to pepper spray two girls fighting over a tight game of UNO, and then, ultimately, himself, and CO Donaldson.

ARE THOSE WOMEN KISSING?
Are those women kissing?
STOP LESBIANING TOGETHER YOU WILD HYENAS
No kissing NO KISSING KISSING IS FOR ADAM AND EVE NOT MADAM AND EVE
LESBIAN REQUEST DENIED
OH MY GODDESS

Taystee declares Suzanne’s erotica worse than 50 Shades, which is actually impossible. The 25-book series I penned in first grade about a family of genderfluid dinner plates named “The Simpletons” is better than 50 Shades. Episode 608 of The L Word is better than 50 Shades, and that’s the worst hour of television I’ve ever had the displeasure of witnessing. The week-old grocery list in my back pocket is better than 50 Shades. I have no doubt that Suzanne’s erotica is better than 50 Shades. 

Damn I had no idea lesbians were so into anal
Damn I had no idea lesbians were so into anal

Suzanne, unaware that Taystee’s not exactly salivating over the material, eagerly delivers her a second chapter. Luckily, there’s at least one inmate more than ready for a fictional journey straight out of this hellhole and queerly into a vaginal canal / Space-Time Vortex:

Oh so ladies are sticking what up their butts now
Huh. So scissoring IS a thing.

Caputo yells at Donaldson and Gerber Baby (alternate names suggested for Gerber Baby by Caputo: Fucking Baby Huey Over Here, a Trigger-Happy Knucklehead Who Just Got Out Of Diapers). This is what happens when you put untrained officers in Gen-Pop, says Donaldson. I know, says Caputo, fuming and powerless.

Red eyeshadow is a very difficult look to pull off!
Who do you think you are, Arabelle Sicardi? Red eyeshadow is a very difficult look to pull off!
We know.
We know.

Back in the relaxing ambiance of the Yelp-approved Litchfield Visitors Area Lounge, Gloria struggles to connect with her son and convince him that fractions matter. Who needs fractions, though, when he can pal around with his new best friend Michael!

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How many times do I have to tell you to watch Degrassi? YOU MIGHT REALLY ENJOY IT!

Michael’s swearing like a sailor after a few hours in the car with Benny and his Moms are NOT having it. They’re raising eyebrows at each other like Stef and Lena.

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Well I heard that somebody forgot to update their credit card for their A+ membership and now Mommy can’t read interviews with Dannielle Owens-Reid’s exes from jail anymore
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Remember what we promised. Do not give her the new password

Before Gloria and Benny have time to recover from Benny being a condescending teenage twatwaffle, Gloria is yanked away from her family-family to care for a member of her chosen family: Martiza chopped her finger off!

Gloria: Sorry baby.
Benny: Whatever.

TEENAGERS ARE THE WORST.

Elsewhere in the Visitor’s Center, Piper’s brother is lamenting the new trend in labor relations wherein everybody he knows except him has a job, like even Larry has a job at Zagats and an office.

You gotta tell me, do Alex's rugs match the curtains?
You’ve gotta tell me, do Alex’s rugs match the curtains?

Thus, the final piece of the Prison Panty Power Project snaps into place: Cal, one of a few names on the list of Men I Don’t Hate, is suspiciously well-aware of the online demand for underroos and will be more than happy to assist his sister in the execution of this revolutionary work.

Everybody needs something to believe in, right? Sometimes it’s a misguided “spiritual leader” and sometimes it’s just capitalism.


Daya wants to know if growing up with money made Piper a better human and she mostly gives it two thumbs up, like she had ballet lessons, but wasn’t too good at the flute? You know how it is. The flute is hard. The moral is: money buys happiness, but only so much.

Piper: Love is the most important thing.
Daya: Yeah, but money helps.
Piper: Yeah, money helps. But you know what? We both ended up here.

Seriously you can't see it? It's a tiny hair, coming out of my chin, and it's ruining my life.
Seriously you can’t see it? It’s a tiny hair, coming out of my chin, and it’s ruining my life.

In the Rest and Relaxation Audio/Visual Room, Poussey’s vadge-deep in Suzanne’s Sex Spectacular while Black Cindy hunts for some Jewy movies (e.g, Seinfeld, Fiddler on the Roof) to become adequately acquainted with the religion that inspired her kosher meals. Unfortunately, Shalom Sesame is nowhere to be found.

Black Cindy: Ain’t any Jewy movies in here? Shit.
Poussey: Aren’t all movies Jewy?

Hell YEAH look who just found "If These Walls Could Talk 2"
Found it. “If These Walls Could Talk 2.”

Poussey leaps out of her prison pants when Suzanne shows up — she’s got questions about Edwina’s romantic future, like is she gonna pick the wearwolf, the vampire, Jose or Alicia Cargyle? Suzanne has fans, y’all, and she deserves ’em.

Ever gonna throw a bone to the Sparia fans, though?
Ever gonna throw a bone to the Sparia fans, though?
Yes
Halloween. Special.

Danny visits Caputo for a little one-on-one in which Caputo wants things that the prison needs, like 40 hours of training so Gerber Babies don’t lose their shit and spray their seed all over the card sharks, and Danny wants things like Caputo to be “open-minded” about “changes around here.”

I’m not exactly President of the Caputo Fan Club, but lawd, how the fuck can you take care of people — and not just any  people, but mostly people who’ve never, ever, been adequately cared for — when the people in charge are serving another entirely separate interest of “delivering profits to shareholders”? Prison should never be privatized. It’s really, truly awful.

You know, like a beer can
You know, like a beer can
Nah man, I'm talking about a fifth of Grey Goose right now
Nah man, I’m talking about a jug of Mickey’s Ice right now

Danny attempts to explain to Caputo what he does as “Director of Human Activity” and why he’s not really Caputo’s boss, except that he kind of is, ’cause Caputo gets no access to the top and Danny does.

Caputo: If you are my boss, then you’re the warden.
Danny: No no we don’t call it that. I’m the Director of Human Activity!

You'd call me a switch? Really? Are we in the same relationship here? I'm ALWAYS the top.
You’d call me a switch? Really? Are we in the same relationship here? I’m ALWAYS the top.

Norma’s reluctant to pursue her spiritual practice although Gina insists she’s helping people. But leading is a lot for Norma. Following, though? That she can do.

Yup that's right I just want a little picture of a Tweety bird RIGHT on my lower back
Yup that’s right I just want a little picture of a Tweety bird RIGHT on my lower back

Red’s distraught about the fate of her kitchen and “those tacos” walking around like they’re in charge. You’re still in charge, writes Norma.

Red: Of who, you? No, I’m your friend. Your bossy friend, but still, your friend!

The kitchen is her baby, says Red, her voice cracking — so Norma reaches out with her hands to give the healing touch.

Red: Is this the thing you do? The magic?
[Norma nods yes, clearly proud of herself]
Red: Well stop it. I’m not comfortable with that. Come on, Norma, let’s get back to the real thing.


FLASHBACK! Norma and Guru Mack drive through the countryside in a sad empty van, riding out the tail end of his cult’s final days. Norma’s making a flyer for a meditation session but without all those chicks to bang, Guru Mack’s not feeling the warmth of G-d’s love anymore… or even the warmth of Norma’s love.

Guru Mack: All those wives and I’m left with you, my one true believer. So much for sacred vows. Now I’m going down on those trumped-up bullshit charges. Those girls were there on their own accord.

IS IT TIME TO PLAY TRAVEL BINGO???!
IS IT TIME TO PLAY TRAVEL BINGO???!

Guru Mack’s plan to avoid what I assume are charges of rape and kidnapping is to get off the grid and commune with Gaia. Until the truck breaks down. Then he reverts to every asshole bro’s #1 strategy for dealing with things that break: kicking it, yelling, and using the lord’s name in vain.

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Back in the present day, Daya’s trying to get some fetal input on whether the baby would prefer a mansion or living on 149th street with Grandma. Aleida points out that “fetuses don’t know shit” and that Daya’s options for motherhood will be very limited by her criminal record. But Daya doesn’t care about all that. She wants her kid to have the one thing she never had: a mother who wants her, loves her, treasures her, and tells her so, no matter what. A mother who can look back on days like Daya’s 17th birthday and remember being there with her daughter, not the man who gave her money so they could get their toes done.

So, what do you think of my gown?
So, what do you think of my gown?
Looks an awful lot like mine...
Well, it looks an awful lot like my gown…

Aleida can’t go there, though: not having real feelings about her choices as a mother is the only thing keeping her sane and stable and most importantly, tough.

Daya: All I ever wanted was to spend time with you.
Aleida: You were stupid to want me. Kids are dumb. You gotta make decisions for them.

Aleida says money is the problem, was the only problem. Daya doesn’t think so. She thinks love matters most.


In the kitchen, Gloria’s got some choice words regarding how she can take care of her son when her prison daughters keep chopping off their limbs and appendages. Then Sophia drops in to tell Gloria to tell Benny to stop swearing all the time. Control! Everybody wants some of it over something and there’s nothing nearby to hold on to.

My child is NOT to consume any foods containing Yellow Number 5
My child is NOT to consume any foods containing any kind of animal products whatsoever.
Betty Crocker's Bac-O's Bacon Flavor Bits are vegan fool! Check the label!
Betty Crocker’s Bac-O’s Bacon Flavor Bits ARE vegan, fool! Check the damn label!

Gloria: He’s 15. So what he says “fuck.”
Sophia: We don’t talk like that in our house.
Gloria: You think my son is your son’s problem?
Sophia: Tell Benny… to cool it with the dirty jokes and the language. That is if he wants to keep his ride.

Gloria then proceeds to scorch her hand on the saucepan handle and when Caputo shows up to yell at her for ditching her shift to see her son, she quits, but Caputo says she can’t ’cause this is prison and who the fuck else wants this job.

Who the fuck else wants this job?

Did somebody call for Captain Janeway?
Did somebody call for Captain Janeway?

Norma smiles. Red smiles back. Maybe the magic worked, she says with her sad eyes. Maybe she’s a follower with leader powers.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯
¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Piper informs her Australian friendmate that she could be hoarding leftover fabric to construct additional pairs of panties which she then can wallow in for a few days to pawn off to creeps on the internet. Stella refuses to participate, unwilling to denigrate Whispers’ good name.

Are you wearing a Rodeoh?
Are you wearing a Rodeoh?
Am I wearing a Rodeoh? You bet your ass I am.
Am I wearing a Rodeoh? You bet your ass I am.

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Just kidding yes she will.


Alex sweeps the yard while casting longing glances at the Gerber Baby, who practically pops out of his pants with enthusiasm.

I dreamed a dream in time gone by...
I dreamed a dream in time gone by…
I love Les Mis
I love this song!

Inside, Piper reconnects with Tank Girl, who loves her some Litchfield. Stella cuts Piper in line and flashes her a sneak peak at her panties. The panty business has begun.

I'm gonna fuck you so hard later you won't even count what you did with Larry as "sex" anymore
I’m gonna fuck you so hard later you won’t even count what you did with Larry as “sex” anymore

Meanwhile in the kitchen, Red’s ordering everybody around and being a bitch to Norma. Maria wants to know if Norma intends to let Red talk to her like that. Probably she’ll slip her a copy of Codependent No More later, like my mother once did for me.


Guru Mack just wants to be a crow. Probably they just saw The Crow. It was a really intense movie. If he’d seen Lost and Delirious, he’d probably wish he was a raven. It happens to the best of us. Or maybe he just saw The Source Family and knows what his storyline was based on and wants to be like Father Yod and jump off a cliff to see if he really does have special flying powers.

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Guru Mack wants to know why Norma’s still following him. I don’t know, maybe it’s ’cause you manipulated her to be a part of your weirdo cult, ya big asshole?

Guru Mack: I’m a false prophet, Norma. I’m not your God. You have wasted your life on a worthless man. Human. Not special. Not honest. Not good. And now, I’m old. And you’re old and childless, and poor, and damned…

Norma starts crying and he hates it. He hates weakness, he hates witnessing the repercussions of his actions, he hates the idea of taking responsibility for anybody else, which is why he silenced dissent from the get-go by declaring himself an actual G-d.

Guru Mack: If I didn’t tell you where to go and what to do, you’d have no sense of self at all. Nothing. Silent nothing. Worshipping nothing. Speak, woman. FUCKING SPEAK!

He says she’s not speaking ’cause she’s got nothing to say. Welp, joke’s on him ’cause she does have one thing to say…

Norma: SON OF A BITCH

And then she throws him off a cliff!

It doesn't make any sense! Why isn't there a White History Month?
It doesn’t make any sense! Why isn’t there a White History Month?

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Just sayin', sounds like reverse racism to me
Just sayin’, sounds like reverse racism to me

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Back in the kitchen, Red is toasting with her new kitchen crew when Caputo rolls in with several large boxes he refers to as “pre-packaged boil-in-the-bag meals,” which strikes fear in the embers of Red’s vegetable-loving heart.

C'mon, just try it. It's poison.
C’mon, just try it. It’s poison.

You’ve just gotta dump these in a steamer! Says Caputo. The girls laugh. Red glares at Norma, like her magic hands were supposed to fix all this but didn’t. But this glare fixes one thing: Norma’s dedication to Red. She’s been taken for granted before, only to find herself hated for doing the one thing always demanded of her: to be wordlessly and faithfully dedicated. She is walking away from the possibility of being a girl on a cliff again.

I can't wait to catch up on Unicorn Plan-It
I can’t wait to catch up on Unicorn Plan-It

And thus begins Normaism. I’m gonna be real with y’all: I hated this storyline SO MUCH (and couldn’t buy for one second that Poussey would get involved with it). It didn’t make sense on so many levels and took up valuable time that could’ve been better employed.

AND if you touch your nose a little bit, like this, you can look like a baby pig!
AND if you touch your nose a little bit, like this, you can look like a baby pig!
PRAISE NORMA
PRAISE NORMA

She blesses them, every one, putting her thumb on their forehead, putting her hand on their shoulder. She knows how this works. She’s watched and waited all this time and now she knows the score. She kisses Soso on the forehead. She feels the energy. She’s glowing. AND SCENE.