Hannah Ferrier may have been fired from Below Deck Mediterranean, but she is still following the franchise. Case in point are the Tweets that Hannah shared regarding Below Deck’s new chef, Rachel Hargrove. She seems to be speaking in support of Rachel after an episode in which Chief Stew Francesca Rubi shaded her uncouth sense of humor.
It’s no epiphany that charter chefs are difficult. Both Hannah and Kate Chastain struggled to deal with challenging personalities in the galley. No one more so than Hannah. She got Mila Kolomeitseva, who licked steaks and used box pancake mixes. Then there was Tom Checketts and his mansplaining tantrums. Adam Glick cooked decently, but belittled the interior staff.
Is anyone out there starting to feel like this season of Below Deck is perpetually stuck in first gear? For the first couple episodes, I chalked it up to a new crew. After all, we didn’t have Kate Chastain as our fearless leader to get things going. Plus, Captain Lee Rosbach spent almost the entire first episode in the hospital. For the first time, our real fearless leader arrived on My Seanna hobbling and, well, fragile. As a result, everything felt hesitant and uncertain. But at a certain point, you expect everyone to get their sea legs under them and get the show moving. Right?
However, that hasn’t really happened yet. As a result, we’re five episodes deep into the season, and everyone’s insecurities are running rampant on this boat. Captain Lee may be recovering, but the only crew member who really jumped in and dealt with her insecurity was Izzy Wouters. And look at her now! All it took was a change from interior to deck crew and she’s thriving on board. Most of the others? Not so much…
Am I the only one breaking out in hives every episode of Below Deck this season? Besides Eddie Lucas and Francesca Rubi, everyone feels brand spanking new to the industry. Eddie has been on point so far. He’s trying to make up for a pretty awful reputation. Francesca seems genuinely concerned with her job, but also kind of stoned.
The rest of this rag tag crew needs an ass-whooping of Captain Lee Rosbach proportions. Lee has already commented on how vile deckhand James Hough is. Bless. More recently he’s commenting on sunny-side-up Shane Coopersmith. Grab your popcorn!
Kate Chastain, queen of the “bitchy resting face,” never shed a tear while on the job. The Below Deck alum went through six seasons without losing her cool. She was good at her job, and handled stress well. Kate was a prime example of the perfect chief stew. Her interior crew were not always on the same wavelength. We’ve seen many tears, and emotional breakdowns over the years. Understandably so. It’s a tough job in a non-stop environment that you literally cannot escape.
So it does show true mettle when a stew can handle the pressure without losing their composure. Chief stew Francesca Rubi cracked on the first charter. Izzy Wouters wisely chose to leave the environment altogether in favor of working on deck. Third Stew Ashling Lorger joined the team on charter two. And after being thrown into the fray with no downtime, she broke down on her first night.
Is there anything more obnoxious than a bunch of drunk, entitled college kids? Oh wait, I can think of one thing. A bunch of drunk, entitled college kids…on a yacht. In the Caribbean. Unsupervised. I honestly can’t decide what I’d rather put up with for a charter: these spoiled children or the first group of equally terrible adults. Seriously, whoever’s casting the charter guests for this season is really putting the Below Deck crew through it.
And is it me, or is the season just not…gelling yet? We’re already on the fourth episode, second charter, and something just hasn’t come together yet. We’re also on the fourth episode, second charter and nearly half the crew has broken down in tears already. I mean, is the spirit of Kate Chastain haunting My Seanna? Was the looming threat of the coronavirus ruining the vibes in the Caribbean long before the pandemic shut down production on Bravo shows across the board? I simply can’t put my finger on what’s happening with the vibe of this post-Kate season.
Captain Lee Rosbach is no rookie to the reality TV game. He has built a brand over the years starring as the original Below Deck captain. Not only is he a Bravolebritiy, but he sells merchandise and event bookings on his personal website.
Lee also critiques each crew member on their performance in a weekly blog. It’s pithy and full of Captain Lee-isms. Struggling crew members often get a larger paragraph. This week, James Hough was on Captain Lee’s radar for his lackadaisical attitude and fixation on the opposite sex.
It’s only Episode 3 of Below Deck and everyone’s ready for it to be over. The first charter, of course, not the entire season! We’ve suffered through two weeks with these horrendously high-maintenance guests and it’s time to get them off the boat. So thankfully, although this week picks up right at the end of the fight over James Hough, it all fizzles quicker than Francesca Rubi letting the air out of a balloon. In fact, the only thing not deflating looks to be James’ chances with Francesca? Because surprisingly, the chief stew doesn’t entirely turn down the junior deckhand’s flirtatious banter. But maybe that’s just a sign that this first, terrible charter has made everyone on board crazy.
The next morning, the charter draws to a blessedly quick close. One that’s made even quicker by the fact that Captain Lee Rosbach opts to pull anchor and head for the dock early on account of the rain. So after a streamlined breakfast of French toast by Rachel Hargrove and a particularly tight docking, it’s time for guest departure. Oh, but one more thing! Because of course there’s one more thing. Primary guest (from hell) Charley can’t help but be a bit condescending in his goodbye, but follows it up with a giant tip — $25,000 to be exact. Which is huge, especially considering the crew was literally expecting no tip at all. But does giving a giant tip truly make up for being a terrible scourge on charter crews everywhere? I guess that’s just the world of yachting…
How many terrible groups of charter guests does it take to make not one, but two crew members cry? This week on Below Deck, the answer is just one. You guys! I cannot reiterate enough what monsters these guests are. And it’s only the first charter of the season! We’ve barely left the dock and chaos has completely taken over My Seanna. And I blame it almost entirely on Charley Walters and his band of vile friends. Well, if you can even call them “friends.” But let’s not ahead of ourselves.
Need I remind you, this is also the third time Bravo has let Charley onto this show. Two seasons ago, he and his gaggle of mean girl gays were the ones who forced Josiah Carter into a gold speedo. And reminded him of the gay bullies who terrorized him after he came out. Which, let me tell you, is sadly all too real in the hateful world of gay-on-gay social circles. (They also got chewed out by Captain Lee Rosbach that season for dangerously operating the jet skis without a kill switch, and putting their lives in danger.)