What is going on with these girls?! I was looking forward to watching the ladies of Jersey Shore age into a more leathery version of the Sex and the City foursome, but it looks like they're all gunning to become dick-whipped housewives before they hit thirty. Snooki is engaged, Sammi has so thoroughly disappeared under one of Ron's 'roid pecs that she's barely visible this season, and now JWoww is so wrapped around Roger's little finger that she looks more like Little Jenni from Albany rather than the fake-boobed, awful-nicknamed b!tch goddess we've come to know and love.
After their first bad fight, JWoww basically curls up in a fetal position and begs for Roger's forgiveness. "Roger's like 65 years old, so he's not gonna play these little baby games," says Deena, sounding uncomfortably like a middle-schooler whose best friend is banging her bio teacher. But Deena's got bigger problems than saving Jenni's relationship with Mr. Burns (Roger is 35, by the way). Her boss wants her gone and she's gotta figure out how to bake a cake to get back in his good graces. After two attempts at putting it in the oven (seriously) the cake is baked, and the meatballs are ready to grovel.
Unfortunately, during the night, someone helps themselves to a corner of the cake, which leads to two of the more subtly hilarious lines of the season: 1.)"Who eats cake when they know it's an 'I'm sorry' cake?" - Deena 2.) (In Sherlock Holmes mode) "Okay, who loves chocolate cake?" Really, dude? That's gonna narrow it down? Naturally, all fingers point toward The Situation, as there's only one person in the house (and possibly the world) douchey enough to purposefully wreck a desert meant to save someone's job.
After some more drama with Snooki's urinary tract infection (man, they're really grasping at straws this season), the girls accuse Mike of the cake thievery directly. His nonchalant attitude and lame excuse ("I'm on a diet!") led me to believe dude definitely ate the cake, but Pauly finally confesses, leading Mike to turn into an 8 year-old before out eyes. ("They only notice when I'm bad!") With that, the great cake conflict of 2012 is over, and I hope to never again spend that much of my life watching grown-ups argue about baked goods.










































