After watching “Eat, Pray, Liv,” I think a part of me would be totally okay if Ravi and Peyton end up going their separate ways. Yes, they might love each other but that doesn’t mean two people actually work together. For his part, Ravi just couldn’t stop himself from making one bad decision after another. His effort to be kind, understanding, and compassionate, combined with a sense of moral superiority, comes out as a patronizing attempt to forgive Peyton for sleeping with Blaine.
And unfortunately Ravi makes the fatal assumption that Peyton seeks his forgiveness. It’s here, in the most subtle and unobtrusive way, iZombie touches on that nasty pest of sexual entitlement which thrives in a patriarchy. It is the persistent belief (which we all have likely perpetuated at one time or another) that women owe men sex and sexual attention. That women owe men a smile on the street. That women owe men their number at a bar. That women, as in the case of Peyton and Ravi, owe men an apology for sleeping with other people. And most importantly, this episode demonstrates that the nasty entitlement pest can infect even the kindest, most well-intentioned, and loving of people (e.g. unsuspecting Ravi). It’s undiscriminating, so we must be vigilant.
Of course the suggestion that Peyton make an apology to Ravi is absolutely preposterous. Ravi has no claim on Peyton’s body. Ravi is not her keeper. Ravi is not her partner. Ravi is not Blaine’s keeper. Ravi is not Blaine’s partner. In truth, Ravi has nothing to do with anything. Which is why Peyton states the obvious: “Your opinion on this matter is irrelevant.”
Upon hearing her words, I felt a surge of satisfaction. Finally! Somebody said it. I must admit I crave to hear these words again. Only next time at a congressional hearing when a senator mansplains women’s sexual and reproductive healthcare to female constituents.
Anywho, all the Ravi/Peyton drama notwithstanding, I kind of like Blaine and Peyton together. Perhaps Ravi’s series of unfortunate decisions surrounding his relationship with Peyton might set him free. Perhaps it will set Ravi on a new course that leads him to another love.
Although, even if Peyton and Blaine could secure some version of a happy and healthy relationship, Blaine still has to atone for his sins. Taking the serum as he did this episode hardly constitutes a single prayer in the thousands which would be his penance. I wonder if Blaine stands to lose a lot more? Maybe even his life?
Despite all the things we hate him for, our sympathy for Blaine does continue to grow. The story his father tells only goes to show how damaging Blaine’s childhood was. Angus explains to Blaine that he earned his father’s unadulterated contempt at 11 years old, because he stole a pair of his mother’s earrings. It’s not just unfair; it’s absurd. Angus is incapable of love. He’s void of patience and forgiveness, and probably a sense of humor for that matter. I’d now like to see how Blaine’s relationship with his mother compares.
Meanwhile, Liv and Clive solve a run-of-the mill murder case. It’s nothing so salacious as the mother-daughter-stepfather love triangle we saw in the previous episode. As a matter of fact, Liv doesn’t even have any visions! And what can we expect from the brain of a master in meditation? The rest of us can’t let go of memories. But this zenned out dude can do it with his eyes shut.
My eyes are wide open, and I see a romance brewing in Liv’s future. The face that Justin makes upon his introduction to Liv savors of new crush to me. Sadly though, we’re immediately reminded of Major’s everlasting love for Liv in a tender close-up. Major look lovingly at Liv and it’s as if we hear his inner voice say, “All this time I’ve been worried about forgetting Natalie, when I should have been worried about forgetting Liv.”
These two will undoubtedly end up together, but new loves and a possible memory loss will certainly make for good tension and greater payoff.
And then there’s Don E. He believed himself to be Angus’ business partner, but soon realizes that he’s no more than a gofer. Standing in the rain, he looks into the lounge where the cool kids have gathered to watch Blaine croon the most fitting of songs (‘Long, Long Time). And it’s as if all Don E’s life could be summed up in that one moment– the weird kid on the outside, wishing he were included.
Well, it’s either that– him feeling longing and envy– or him feeling his resentment towards Blaine balloon to epic proportions. I hope the former. It’s often a loaner with an ax to grind who commits the most heinous of crimes.