Was it only four years ago that my pandemic pod and I gathered on an expansive, well-worn L-shaped couch with our many dogs and 14 mis-matched pillows to eat weed, drink beer and hate-watch Emily in Paris? It was, but so much has changed for me and for those friends since then. Specifically the men of Paris. All the men of Paris love Emily, who is in Paris. I remembered Ashley Park being in the show, because I love her.
I remembered that there was at least one gay male character. I know that now. Knowledge is power! But that was all I remembered from the series when I sat down to half-watch the subsequent 2. And yesterday, Season 4A landed on Netflix, and the queer relationship is part of that package.
And thus, I am here to recap the entire lesbian storyline for you. A disclaimer that I again, barely watched the show, and thus could be, at any moment, relaying false information to you, and I apologize in advance. So she sent Emily in her stead. To Paris! So now Emily is in Paris. She is fantastic. She smokes indoors. Then he has sexual intercourse with Emily and gives her his favorite pan. Literally who in the world would decide to move to another city without talking to their girlfriend about it?
A sociopath who deserves to spend the rest of his life with a similarly-minded person: Emily in Paris. It seems as though the enchanted amulet on my blazer is not having the intended effect. Anyhow, Gabriel decides to stay in Paris for Emily, basically, and open his little restaurant in Paris.
Emily tries to get Camille and Gabriel back together even though she likes Gabriel. Then she takes the pan downstairs and hits Emily over the head with it. LOL just kidding. Then she makes a toast to Emily in which she outs Emily as having fucked her boyfriend. Gabriel begs Camille to forgive Emily?
