Well we definitely did not start S11 off with a bang. It was more of a whimper. And that whimper was mine. Out of frustration. It's just one more season. 12 episodes. I can totally make it. Right?
So Debbie is on probation for sleeping with Julia. Turns out, Debbie is 18 and Julia is 17. I really thought Julia was, like, 16 and Debbie was 20. Either way, Debbie needed to register as a sex offender and cannot go within 500 feet of a school. Also, she's listed on the registry website as having raped a 7 year old. Not, a 17 year old, which she takes great offense too (but honestly, so would I).
Frank is running around making a 'documentary' about the Gallagher's in Chicago's history. He's still pissed about gentrification (which I get) and found some film student to record him all the damn time. I so do not care.
Lip and Tami aren't doing all that well. She's overly concerned about money (but making him buy her expensive coffees and paint) and Lip is just trying to keep up. Neither of them of sleeping due to the baby's teething. But, regardless, she's working more hours than he is (oh, this is also set during Covid- I had no idea this show was on that frequently ago) so he's running around doing all of her errands.
Ian and Mickey also aren't doing that well. Ian is working and Mickey isn't. Also, they never really talked about what being married means to each of them. (Mickey is shocked when Ian says that means they don't sleep with other people). They try to talk about it, but Mickey is not great at feelings. I honestly don't know why he wanted to be married so badly. Oh, and he also 'borrowed' all the money they got from their wedding (that Ian was saving so they could get a place of their own) and left a box full of IOUs. That sounds like Mickey.
And Kevin and V are now selling pot. Our usual barflies eat a crazy amount of pot brownies and end up having sex in the bathroom. What? This is so incredibly farfetched to me.