Last week on Generation Cryo, Bree met some sassy older sisters in Boston who agreed to help her on her journey, at the exact moment that Bree’s journey begins to feel more and more real. Sisters Paige and Molly and Georgia half-sib Jonah agree to accompany Bree to Oakland, California, where they believe they can find more solid information on the donor. They are armed with a relatively slim list of 23 names, one of whom is most likely Donor #1069.
After all four siblings meet up at their San Fran hotel, the ladies catch Jonah up to speed and they once again establish all of their boundaries. Which is always good. Lotta feelings, lotta boundaries on this here show. They then head to San Francisco State University, where they know he went to school. Emotions are high as Paige parks, in a this-might-actually-happen, holy-shit, where’s-the-Tylenol kind of way. Bree also rocks some particularly lesbian looks in this episode. Here, the classic “Shirt you wore to Pearl Jam concerts in 1995” pullover.
They stop at the university’s registrar first for help, where a lady is like, “NOPE,” until Molly and Bree pull out the, “Help us find our daddy” card. Suddenly, the waiting time for information goes from a week to thirty minutes. I am sure the cameras in her face also had nothing to do with this sudden turnaround.
While they wait, they walk to the library, where they meet a librarian who exemplifies all that is amazing about librarians. I love you, Meredith. There is a good chance you are also a lesbian.
Meredith gives them yearbooks to go through, which the siblings tediously check the 23 names against, although it turns out they’re missing the years they actually need. Just when Bree is feeling like every road is resulting in a dead end, Meredith hobbles over with another resource, a book full of graduation records. At first this seems like an even more tedious task, but soon Paige sucks in her breath. “I think I found him.”
Always trust librarians, kids. They are masters of information.
Same school, same major, same hometown, same everything that they have on their donor information sheets. It’s the one. He’s no longer Donor #1069; he’s (BLEEP). The siblings’ reactions range from shock to feeling the need to puke, which might all be the same thing. Almost immediately, some of the half-sibs feel regret, like maybe they didn’t actually need to know that name. And interestingly, for the very first time, Bree starts to feel some doubt, too. The donor actually having a name makes him concrete, real, and possibly living and walking around mere miles from where all of the half-siblings are currently sitting.
In a sign of true family ties, their first thought, collectively, is of the other half-siblings. They have to at least let them know that they’ve found out this crucial piece of information, even if they’re not all interested in knowing it. They agree that they’ll wait on it for a bit, though, to make sure that the other half-sibs aren’t alone when they hear the news. The registrar then confirms their discovery.
As they walk back to the car in a daze, they discuss the weird gray areas of the donor’s privacy that they may or may not be violating. Paige says that it’s not like she feels BAD for him, necessarily, but they all agree he’d probably be freaked the eff out if he knew it had all gotten to this point. Molly asks if Bree feels good about all they learned that day. And surprisingly, Bree replies, “No.”
As she stares blankly forward in the car, Bree says, “I feel like I forgot how to feel. Does that make sense?” Jonah answers, “It totally makes sense. You’re so used to blocking it out.” To decompress, they take in some touristy San Francisco sights. And in a bit of comic relief, a seagull plucks Molly’s churro straight out of her hands. They laugh for the first time all day. Then they ride the carousel, and commiserate about their stress sweat, and as my wife commented as we watched this scene together, this show feels important if just for the fact that it helps remind the rest of us that teenagers are real people, in all the good and imperfect ways we all are.