‘Younger’ Season 6 episode 5 Recap: A Little (Un)Healthy Competition
This week, Charles is a snake!
Boy, there are a lot of boner jokes in this week’s episode of Younger, ‘Stiff Competition.’
Do you get it? STIFF competition? Moving on. Let’s recap.
We kick off this week at the world’s most uncomfortable social scenario. You know when you’re at a party with a couple and they’ve clearly fighting? Well, apparently that’s now Charles and Liza, all of the time.
Charles: “I liked you better when you were Younger”
There’s a bit of healthy (read: deeply unhealthy) competition between the two, now openly working for competing publishing houses.
They shoot snide remarks at each other while chatting to authors, subtly referring to each other as simply ‘my girlfriend’ or ‘Liza Miller and GUEST.’ The two seem to be having fun, even though I absolutely am not. This is exhausting and deeply boring, please cut it out.
Back at Millennial, Kelsey finds out that according to a magazine, Charles is hot and she is NOT. The ultimate early 2000s insult. Absolutely devastating.
Graphic design is my passion.
Kelsey is upset by this, naturally, and believes Charles has a personal vendetta against her and her successes.
Millennial are looking to sign some kind of insufferable DIY celebrity couple with a book called ‘The Third Leg’ (oh come on), a book about how it’s great to have a third leg in a relationship, which apparently means a shared hobby and not a penis at all.
Of course Charles is way ahead of this, and takes Liza to dinner with the couple, where she finds out Mercury has secured the book.
Very smoothly, he calls his and Liza’s love of publishing their third leg. All is forgiven, there’s kissing outside, and then it’s very clearly stated that Charles is erect. Liza gets in a taxi home.
Bye bitch.
byeeeeeee
Josh and Lauren’s friendship is blossoming, and Josh gets an Instagram follow from his own little baby, Gemma.
Some real Black Mirror shit, extremely Banksy.
Turns out Lauren has created an account for Gemma that has over 5,000 followers.
Josh is upset about this extremely briefly, until he runs into some Yummy Mummies (I’m sorry I said this) who buy everything that Gemma has, and he finds out Lauren is getting a load of free swag for them.
Struggling to secure new authors, the Millennial ladies are looking to sign some kind of child musical savant, who grew up to become Gloria Rivera, an incredibly successful young conductor.
They head to her concert to network and chat publishing, and guess who the fuck is there? Surprise bitch, bet you thought you’d seen the last of me dot GIF.
Charles is here being a snake, Diana reveals that Charles’ family funded Gloria’s education, and thus Mercury will absolutely secure the book.
So Kelsey and Diana leave… to go axe throwing. I guess.
Copious amounts of wine is also my coping mechanism when dealing with adult novelty activities. Grow up and cry at karaoke like an adult! Good grief!
Anyway, it is incredibly enjoyable watching these angry women throw axes, and I invite Diana to throw one at me at any time.
Kelsey and Diana have a few too many wines, end up outside yelling about Charles and Liza, and end up arrested after Kelsey is waving an axe around.
Oh, and Diana apparently peed on the street. We’ve all been there.
They text Liza asking for a bailout, but by the time she gets there the day has already been saved by none other than Enzo. This is because he is a good boy, a sweet and beautiful boy who deserves love and also treats at all times.
Charles heads over to Liza’s to apologise, but walks in on Liza and Josh in an uncomfortably perfect happy scene.
Liza follows him out and tells Charles the rivalry needs to end, but Charles explains that every success for Millennial is a success for both of them.
Liza ends the scene with “If it’s all you, then there’s no room for us.”
Get it, girl. (Josh, go and get Josh, we have all had enough of this)
This week’s fashion champion:
The queen reigns as usual, in this stunning white cotton/sparkles business glamour combo.
Team whom?
As usual, Enzo comes through to save the day.
Get you a man who bails you out when you drunkenly chucked a squat in the middle of the street. A girl can only dream.
Lucy Valentine is a freelance writer, political satirist, podcast co-host and all-round Melbourne stereotype. She is extremely online and tweeting at @LucyXIV