W and I are just emerging from a fugue-like state brought on by binge watching six seasons of The L Word. That’s 78 episodes if you’re counting along at home.
W had been scanning through the offerings on Netflix and stumbled upon the series. And there we were watching Jenny Schecter being accosted by Marina Ferrer in a bathroom somewhere in California.
One word. Shane.
There was no stopping us once we got started. We couldn’t get enough Bette, Tina, Alice and of course, Shane. Swoon.
Now, I have to get back to my real life and stop pretending I’m a famous writer who hangs out in Los Angeles’ coolest coffee shop by day and attends only the hippest and hottest Girl/Grrrl parties by night. (Please tell me all nine seasons of The Facts of Life are NOT on Netflix. Just the thought is so tempting.)
We had watched The L Word when it first ran on Showtime. Flash forward ten years, and here’s what stuck out this time around:
* Wow, what a groundbreaking show. The L Word certainly was ahead of its time. It paved the way for Girls and Orange Is the New Black.
* Are there no butch women in L.A.? I used to think Shane was kinda butch. She’s not. Like Papi says upon meeting the legendary Shane: “You’re just a skinny white girl.” So true.
* I always wanted to be Shane. Or maybe Shane’s wingwoman. You know, me and Shane hanging out, picking up the ladies. This time around, I realized Shane is kinda a jerk.
* And what’s up with Shane’s hairstyling skills? It’s tousling of hair. That’s what it is. Tousling. Of hair.
Ivan, you rock.
* Ivan Aycock. I want to be Ivan Aycock.
* Can you spell infidelity? So much cheating. Keep it in your pants, ladies.
* Jenny Schecter is actually interesting and likable in the first few seasons. Whether you like her or hate her, there is no The L Word without her.
Max, you deserved better.
* Really, couldn’t you have been a little more sensitive toward the transitioning Max? Max, I’ll be your friend. We’ll go to a sports bar, drink some beer and eat some wings. Forget those high femmes. Call me. And really Part 2: Did you have to make Max pregnant? Really?
* What a total waste of Xena: Warrior Princess. Um, you couldn’t find a better role for Lucy Lawless than some hack detective? Other ideas: L.L. has an affair with Bette. Or Xena herself chops off Jenny’s head with her sword, places it on a stake in front of The Planet and runs off with Alice. No one saw that coming. Discuss.
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Ok, y’all remember The L Word. Why don’t we play Marry, Kill, Screw. I’ll go first ’cause it’s my blog.
Marry — Tina because she seems the most normal. Ands she’s cute. Except when she’s with Henry. She’s hideous then. (W votes for Tasha because she’s into all that officer/gentleman stuff.)
Kill — Everyone is going to say Jenny. And, in a twist of irony, Jenny dies in the series finale. So, I’ll go with someone else. I’ll go with Dylan because she is uber-annoying. And she doesn’t deserve Helena, the British bombshell. (W goes with Jenny. She is wearing her “Kill Jenny Schecter” T-shirt as I type.)
Screw — Helena. (W says Latino hottie Carmen. She loves Carmen. You have no idea.)
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