Season 3, Episode 6: Born Again

This week on The Americans I’m thinking about how if Keri Russell looked me in my face and told me she was impressed with me I would just simply combust. I talk a lot on here about the hotness of Matthew Rhys and of course my husband Arkady but Keri Russell is absolutely welcome to fuck up my limbs to fit me a suitcase like they did in the season premiere.

the ‘she’ is me and the fantasy world I’m living in is one where Keri Russell and Matthew Rhys invite me into their home

Honestly that’s pretty much it this week. My brain is mostly in “high-pitched screaming” mode, at least when it’s not in “low-pitched despairing moan” mode, both of which I experienced this week when realizing Arkady is once again NOT IN THIS EPISODE.

I’m pretty sure I had some other thoughts while watching this, like about how opening with Paige’s baptism rather than closing it is a structure a lot of TV shows aren’t subtle enough for, or how Philip finding a way to tell Kimmy about his son [the oTHER son, who I know shows up at some point??? but I don’t remember when] when he can’t tell Elizabeth is such a twist of the knife, about the path we start going down with Paige in earnest, but instead……

*unbridled yearning intensifies*