The Handmaid’s Tale Highlights Gilead’s Brittle, Pitiful Men in “Postpartum”
(Episode 2.12)
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Something occurred to me, watching Serena Waterford (Yvonne Strahovski), radiantly blissed out, bathing and feeding her newborn: How freaking awesome would it be if we all got someone else to give birth for us? Seriously! Imagine you have been hit by a truck. Now imagine you are sent home from ER with broken bones, sutures, torn-up stuff in places you don’t even want to think about. You’re exhausted beyond reckoning, in a hormonal tailspin, bleeding, haven’t slept for at least a couple of days and realistically more like a couple of weeks, your breasts become so inflamed it’s literally nauseating, and someone hands you a tiny human that will die without basically 24/7 eyes-open attention. Oh, by the way, in case no one told you, breastfeeding hurts like a mofo. And the kid has a circadian cycle of three hours. OK: Go. Parent! Wheeee!
Of course Serena’s happy! Dude! Cut to Offred (Elisabeth Moss) hooked up to a breast pump in the Red Center being grilled by Aunt Lydia (the amazing Ann Dowd) about “down there,” just in case you’re not clear on why Serena’s life is an idyllic wonderland. Of course, women separated from their biological infants do stop lactating. Sometimes it takes a while. Sometimes it doesn’t. So there’s already a fly in that ointment. No problem, we’ll just torment Offred by letting her within smelling distance of the baby to provoke milk production—a phenomenon ironically known as “letdown.” Which leads to a big-league letdown for Serena, because Aunt Lydia won’t drop it: Offred needs to go back to the Waterford house to keep the boobies workin’.
Serena has chosen an interesting name for the baby Offred privately named Holly, after her mother. Serena calls the baby “Nicole.” Giving dear old Fred (Joseph Fiennes) a day-in, day-out reminder that the baby is indeed named after one of her progenitors—his proxy-cuckolding Driver. “She looks just like her father!” Aunt Lydia simpers, as both Fred and Nick (Max Mighella) experience extreme awkwardness.
And Emily (Alexis Bledel) is being delivered to a “brilliant and important” new Commander, an economist and an “architect of Gilead.” (“I’m wondering why such a brilliant and important man would take in such a shitty Handmaid,” she says. We are also wondering that, as a Martha with a gouged eye lets them in and promptly starts swearing a blue streak because she tripped over something in the hall. Depth perception problems can befall the unrighteous in this neck of the woods.) The Lawrence household is… strange. There’s a lot of art on the walls. And there are a lot of books. And the Commander (Bradley Whitford) seems a hell of a lot like he moved to Gilead from… Twin Peaks? “We’re good here!” he tells Aunt Lydia, booting her immediately out the door.
Speaking of cuckolding, Eden (Sydney Sweeney) has come to the slightly unexpected (and strangely logical) conclusion that a benevolent God would rather children be conceived between people who love each other. And she and Isaac are both MIA. Fred just can’t catch a break lately. I mean, his wife is a harridan, his Handmaid runs away twice (not to mention her predecessor having hanged herself), his Driver’s wife has now run off for… love? What the Gilead?
P.S. the sound of a relentlessly screaming baby is designed to freak the shit out of human adults (see above re: will die if not constantly attended to). “Nicole” is having a meltdown to rival Fred’s, and you know Serena knows what will probably fix it, but she isn’t likely to give in. You almost, almost feel sorry for her when she tries to get the baby to latch onto her breast. Hey, Serena: Welcome to Actual Motherhood! That feeling? That you will let them down no matter how hard you try? That’s the real deal whether you physically birthed the kid or not. Blissful, ain’t it?