you messed with the wrong bitch, bitch
4 Feb
Anyone watch the L word last night? J. and I went a local bar that shows the episodes on the big screen every Sunday night. I think this is going to be a weekly date for us, so much fun to watch with a bunch of lesbians yelling at the screen! Gay girls take this show personally and rather seriously, it seems.
I loved last weeks episode – when Bette and Tina kissed you should have heard the place break out in cheers, and Alice and Tasha…be still, my beating heart. Unfortunately, this week was kind of lackluster. As J kept saying “too much talking, too much talking…why all the talking?”
As if we watch for the dialogue! Please.
Still, the whole pot brownie, lip syncing scene that ended with Dawn Dembo (LA’s fictional lesbian scene’s newest answer to the Wicked Witch of the West) yanking the cord out of the stereo and yelling Shane….now that was priceless.
“You messed with the wrong bitch, bitch!”
Aside from the sex scenes (which were actually rather uninspiring this week), lines like THAT would be why I watch the L word. I so want to find a real life situation where I can use that line. Seriously. Just to be cool like that. ‘Cause I could pull it off, I’m sure.
I could have done without the male full frontal shot. (wow, could I ever have done without that) and really, I could have definitely lived without watching Jenny having sex with ANYONE (who are they kidding with those nails. ouch). And what is with Dumbo’s ditsy girlfriend, with her fake boobs and one piece demin shortall jumpsuit? Not cute. Surely Shane can do better…
Still, the promise of more Tibette in the future, the way things are heating up with Tasha’s situation, and the fact that I’m very curious to see what happens with Adelle (she cannot be trusted, I predicted that from the beginning) means that there is still much to look forward to this season.
And, in news unrelated to the L word – there was a very, very attractive soft butch at the bar last night. She seemed to be a friend of A (my first kiss, think I will write more about her soon) and so I asked if she was single. Apparently A. has a big mouth, because she told her I was asking – and M (that would be the butch girl) asked A to arrange a hang out. My goodness, it seems my social calendar just might be filling up…
Nice!
Anyone watch the L word last night? J. and I went a local bar that shows the episodes on the big screen every Sunday night. I think this is going to be a weekly date for us, so much fun to watch with a bunch of lesbians yelling at the screen! Gay girls take this show personally and rather seriously, it seems.
I loved last weeks episode – when Bette and Tina kissed you should have heard the place break out in cheers, and Alice and Tasha…be still, my beating heart. Unfortunately, this week was kind of lackluster. As J kept saying “too much talking, too much talking…why all the talking?”
As if we watch for the dialogue! Please.
Still, the whole pot brownie, lip syncing scene that ended with Dawn Dembo (LA’s fictional lesbian scene’s newest answer to the Wicked Witch of the West) yanking the cord out of the stereo and yelling Shane….now that was priceless.
“You messed with the wrong bitch, bitch!”
Aside from the sex scenes (which were actually rather uninspiring this week), lines like THAT would be why I watch the L word. I so want to find a real life situation where I can use that line. Seriously. Just to be cool like that. ‘Cause I could pull it off, I’m sure.
I could have done without the male full frontal shot. (wow, could I ever have done without that) and really, I could have definitely lived without watching Jenny having sex with ANYONE (who are they kidding with those nails. ouch). And what is with Dumbo’s ditsy girlfriend, with her fake boobs and one piece demin shortall jumpsuit? Not cute. Surely Shane can do better…
Still, the promise of more Tibette in the future, the way things are heating up with Tasha’s situation, and the fact that I’m very curious to see what happens with Adelle (she cannot be trusted, I predicted that from the beginning) means that there is still much to look forward to this season.
And, in news unrelated to the L word – there was a very, very attractive soft butch at the bar last night. She seemed to be a friend of A (my first kiss, think I will write more about her soon) and so I asked if she was single. Apparently A. has a big mouth, because she told her I was asking – and M (that would be the butch girl) asked A to arrange a hang out. My goodness, it seems my social calendar just might be filling up…
Nice!
OMG I meant to blog about L Word!
That line — priceless — but I didnt’ think she pulled it off either! LOL
And I liked that denim suit! LOLOLOL
Dammit all to hades.
But yeah that episode wasn’t high on my list of favorites…
And I hate Tibette. LOL
But then again — I don’t like Jodie either! LOL
Sheesh, it could be that I’m opinionated!
Hmmm…
I remember the first time I saw L-word…the first of maybe a handful of times I’ve watched it…
I was deeply triggered by the map that one of the wimmin drew linking all the different partnerships and fuckings among the wimmin she knew.
It actually wasn’t cute for me. I live in a small city where dyke community was that map. Everyone had literally fucked, dated, attempted to fuck or to fuck over so many other people that they all ended up being linked in this web.
After I had gone out with all the wimmin who were my first choices and found myself looking, squinting, trying to find a way to consider acceptable wimmin I would never have considered going out with originally, were it not for the fact that I had run out of stimulating possibilities, I knew my world was too teeny.
I didn’t need to stay with wimmin so badly that I would accept understimulating, uninteresting, depressing choices because there was literally no one else I found interesting. I guess if I were the travelling sort I could have gone to San Fran or to New York or to Australia. 
But I’m a home body. So, I shifted my own playing field and, I guess, became a switch hitter.
I think that the L-word also triggers me because it’s so white and scrawny and processed…even the wimmin who are supposed to be artsy are processed looking, falling well within acceptable parameters of what is considered cool and marketable and mainstream in white lesbian community.
I don’t see who I was or anyone I knew reflected on the screen. And even though Pam Grier is a Black icon of sorts, she doesn’t remind me of any of the Black dykes I knew or loved who were all really natural, dreadlocked, more androgynous wimmin.
I think this may end up being a post at some point. I’ve been meaning to write one about the L-word. Maybe I’ll do so over the next few days.
yeah, who watches for the dialog?? i confess i can watch jennifer beals lovely bosom heaving there on the bed any old time. i like to watch shane work, too. why would ANYONE have sex w/jenny?! ACK!