This week on The Mindy Project, there’s another white guy that Mindy’s interested in! Will she finally find that special someone she’s always wanted? Stay tuned to find out! Honestly, at this point, they’re all starting to run together, for me. Seth Rogan, Bill Hader, Glenn Howerton, Seth Meyers, this guy…. blah blah and more blah. We’re in season two now. Can we please get a man of color? How about John Cho? Kal Penn? Sendhil Ramamurthy? He’s definitely hot enough for Mindy. I mean, look at this dude.
Honestly, I don’t think he’s doing anything right now, Mindy. Call him up.
I’m probably being unfair, man-o-the-week was a pretty good looking dude.
His name is, uh, okay, to be honest, I didn’t catch his name. But what does it really matter, right? Handsome-face is only going to last a few episodes. Pretty boy over here is an arts and culture writer for The New York Independent, meaning he gets to wear fancy scarves and woolen jackets, etc. Basically, he looks like and talks like that hot professor you wanted to bang when you were in college. He reads fancy books about boring things, and he loves boring movies. He thinks they’re refreshing. He hates Katy Perry and he plays the ukulele. He’s the perfect man, if you’re a Pitchfork-reading, Pinterest-using hipster douchebag.
And Mindy, bless her heart, is none of those thing. She’s a sweet, slightly obnoxious girl who just wants to listen to Daughtry and watch Rachel McAdams movies. She’d rather punch herself in the face than read the kinds of books this guy reads. For some reason, she sets her heart on him, and spends the rest of the episode trying to prove that she’s cultured enough to go out with a snob.
Mindy meets him on a flight back to New York. She’s lucky enough to get seated next to an attractive, interesting man, unlike myself, who always seems to get stuck next to balding men with bad teeth and halitosis. No chance for romance there. They flirt like crazy for a while. (One thing I love about Mindy? She’s not shy at all — she’ll see what she wants and she’ll go for it.) She wants to go out with him so badly that she holds her pee for two hours, probably giving herself a UTI while doing so.
After their first date, where it was firmly established that they have nothing in common, Mindy decides to invite him up to her apartment. What’s-his-name is pleasantly surprised, as he didn’t think they had much cultural symmetry. Mindy gets offended,since she thinks he’s calling her uncultured, (which is clearly not true, do you know how many times she’s seen Mamma Mia?) and she rescinds her invitation, despite his offer to listen to One Direction while they do it. (“The documentary, or their album?” she asks.)
Meanwhile, Danny has received some upsetting news. Christina, his ex-wife, has decided to use the naked photos she took of Danny while they were still together to show in an art exhibit. Danny, being the uptight dude that he is, is furious. He starts seeing ads featuring his naked body all over New York, and he is righteously freaked out.
Skip to the actual exhibit (which, despite Danny’s best efforts, could not be stopped using legal means). Mindy is still trying way too hard to impress her cultured date. She attempts to give an artistic interpretation of Danny’s naked body, and fails, miserably.
Danny, meanwhile, continues to flip out. He has brought Cliff, the lawyer played by Glenn Howerton, to the exhibit, to see if there’s any way of shutting it down. There isn’t, not unless the nude photos were made visible to the general public. Danny gets angry and starts to strip. Give the public a taste of the real thing, so to speak.
Fortunately, the cops come and stop Danny before he gives everyone the show of their lives.
What did I like about this episode?
Not much, unfortunately. I’m going to go ahead and call this for what it is; filler. After last week’s hilarious performance, this episode just doesn’t compare. That said, I did like the Mindy-and-Danny moment of this episode. It was cute. Mindy consoles Danny after the humiliating show, and she tells him how hot he looked, to make him feel better. We even got a Mindy/Danny kiss.
What didn’t I like about the episode?
I think I just need to get over this, because I’m complaining about it in every single recap I do. Jeremy, man. Jeremy. He used to be so much more; he was comically self-obsessed, and always sabotaging himself, doing stupid things and making us all laugh. Now he’s just this sad sack fat loser, with no personality and no reason to exist on the show, other than to be a damper on everyone’s mood. They either need to do a 180 on his character development, or they need to get rid of him. Jeremy is bringing me down, man.
Until next week, guys!
Jaya Sundaresh lives in Hartford, Connecticut. She grew up in various parts of the Northeast before deciding to study political science at McGill University. Follow her on Twitter at @anedumacation and read her thoughts on her personal blog.