Last Sunday’s episode of Desperate Housewives[1] included a plot thread in which Gabrielle set up an over-the-top birthday party for her daughter, complete with clown, “jumpy house”, and monkey. The economic recession hasn’t seemed to’ve had much effect at Wisteria Lane.
But, um, the “monkey”? Here’s a screen capture:
Sorry: that, folks, is not a monkey. It’s an ape (specifically, a chimpanzee).[2] Entirely different branches of the primate tree. No tail.
Of course, some of Gabrielle’s lines wouldn’t sound as good, if “ape” were correctly in them: “No way. I paid for two hours of monkey; I want two hours of monkey.”
Waddyagonnado? Give the lady her monkey.
[1] Yes. It’s a silly show. But I watch it, OK? Whatever.
[2] It may be a silly show, but I’m still and ever a pedant.
