A Wildly Dressed Dingdong: Catching Up on Emily in Paris Before Season 4 Arrives

Also, J.Lo seemingly fires back.

There is a moment in season three of Emily in Paris where the primary love interest Hot Chef Gabriel explains to our plucky protagonist the French concept of le petit plaisir — a small indulgence, or, as she translates it (as a way to solve a work problem), a small luxury. Well, Emily in Paris is MY petit plaisir. It is a frothy confection full of characters wearing ridiculous, and ridiculously entertaining, costumes (courtesy, bien sûr, of Pat Field), where even the most objectively distressing turns of fate — getting fired, finding out that the secret love of your life is getting married to your friend — don’t really ever seem that bad, especially given that everything is set against beautiful, expensively filmed French locations. I understand that some people do not care for this show, and I certainly understand why — but moi? I treasure it. I may actually even love it. To me, it is a perfect little macaron: light, insubstantial, briefly intensely delicious, and probably fairly com…