Speaking “lol hormones,” Amber! Her and Crosby are on a quest to save the Luncheonette from having to record commercial jingles at discounted rates. They want to sign some band called Cornfed, whose name they’d obviously need to change yesterday, but Amber goes into false labor while Crosby is arguing with the door man at the club over weed. (Parenthood writers: have you ever been to a rock show? Do you want me to take you to one? No one is like, heckling the “old dude” in line, and no old white dude doorman is randomly frisking another old white dude. Overall, weird point to make here.) Jasmine is kind of not having any of this (“this” meaning Crosby doing his job, albeit not very well). She’s decided to be the Responsible Mom to Crosby’s Cool Dad by getting a Real Job. Crosby can’t stand this, and I can’t stand how he’s letting stereotypical gender roles about who provides what for the nuclear family get in his way.
Similarly, Drew has convinced himself that it’s on his shoulders to provide for his pregnant sister (and his mother), which means he MUST major in economics. I can’t even get into how dumb this is on multiple levels, not to mention patronizing to Amber even though Drew clearly has good intentions. But if I justified all the problems throughout the history of Parenthood with “oh, but so-and-so had good intentions,” then Parenthood would seem like the perfect show. Alas.