A flurry of curse words.
First, thoughts on The L Word 4x04, cut with lots of scroll space.
Okay, this really needs to be the Bette & Alice show. Special guest stars: Mangus, Helena, Papi, Shane. Everyone else? Off the island.
Kit is obnoxious. Seriously. It's Pam Grier playing Pam Grier and I honestly don't care one bit.
Tina, lesbian is not a political identification. It is a sexual identity label reserved for those who predominantly like pussy. You? You are a bisexual. Own it, and don't feel shame in it. For the record, I'm not pissed that Tina is seeing a guy. Henry seems to be a cool dude, just caught in a situation of massive fucked-upness. Sometimes it really is about seeing the person and not what they've got between their legs. So therefore, I'm not hating on Tina for being Bi or blah blah "she's enjoying hetero priveledge" etc. Whatever. I'm hating on Tina for calling herself something she's not. (PS, Laurel, I still love you.)
JENNY. Go run yourself into a fucking wall. Please. This is a flagrant waste of a fabulous actress, and I wish Jenny's ugly-tights-wearing self would just drop the fuck dead. Who the hell made nutcase the dyke police? If I were Tina, I would have fucking decked her at that basketball game. Just... erg! JENNY, of all people, being critical of bisexuality. FUCK OFF. And the whole dog thing? Omg, please let this be the beginning of an extreme downward spiral ending in a dramatic situation in which Jenny jumps off a bridge.
Oh Max. Woobie. I'm sorry. I expected her to be cooler than that. Sucks that you're going to lose your job now, too.
Papi, you're hot. Bitch. I'd hit it.
OMG, the Alice & Bette scene. I would totally just watch the Alice & Bette hour, happily. I luff their chemistry.
Shane didn't get much screentime, but how hysterical is her "fuck off, I hate modeling" face? Pretty funny.
Oh Phyllis. Just... oh, Phyllis. Her enthusiasm grows on you... kind of like fungus.
Get 'em, Marlee Matlin. I love the Bette/Jodi sparkage.
As a side note, go Bette for telling Nadia to fuck off. I mean, boo on Bette for fucking her in the first place, but at least she made herself clear.
Helena. You are too cute. Just... yeah.
LOL @ Leisha's opening orgasm scene.
THE WRITING SUCKED. Who wrote this episode? OH YEAH. FUCKING EzGIRL! THAT EXPLAINS IT. THIS IS MY CAPSLOCK OF RAGE!
Also continuing the CAPSLOCK OF RAGE-- the preview for the next episode.
OMG, CHARACTER ASSASSINATION. Why do these bitches have such a hate-on for straight men? Really? Also, Skyler already has miniature aneurisms while watching this show. I fear the next episode might put him in a fucking coma.
MY SHOW. What happened to my show!? Guin Turner and Rose Troche, please save us. In your names I pray, Amen.
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So yeah. This post brought to you by the letters F, K, U, and C, but not necessarily in that order. Also, continuing the trend...
Last night was my first lesson in stick shift. Please check all "dirty bisexual" jokes at the door, thanks. Ahem. I can officially say that first gear sucks ass. I stalled. A lot. I cursed. A lot. I did get around the Metro parking lot several times, and I even drove us home, but not without stalling at pretty much every stop. Right. Who thought up clutches? For real. Anyway, I'll give it another go next week. Skyler says I didn't actually do that bad, but mostly, I'm still cursing in my head. I even called his car a chode.
Mmm, skin-warmed milk and honey. I always forget how much I like this one. I don't think it's blatantly sexual, but it is comforting in a very sensual way. O is one of those scents that can be very hit-or-miss-- skin chemistry can make or break this one. Luckily for me, O plays nice on my skin. I get mostly honey out of this one, but it's sweet without being blatantly food-y. The amber puts the damper on the brightness of the honey note, warming it up, and the vanilla lends a creaminess that really rounds the oil out. It's the kind of scent that would make me want to nuzzle someone's neck, or lean in closer. It draws you in.
In random news, about a month ago, my roommate's boyfriend broke part of my tea set. He just bought me a glass teapot to replace the missing strainer. I now have three glass teapots. I feel especially British today. Tonight: girlie shopping with Agnes. The plan is to hit H&M, and I'll be keeping my eyes peeled for a new swing dress while I'm at it. Yay for new clothes, boo for changing rooms.
Okay, this really needs to be the Bette & Alice show. Special guest stars: Mangus, Helena, Papi, Shane. Everyone else? Off the island.
Kit is obnoxious. Seriously. It's Pam Grier playing Pam Grier and I honestly don't care one bit.
Tina, lesbian is not a political identification. It is a sexual identity label reserved for those who predominantly like pussy. You? You are a bisexual. Own it, and don't feel shame in it. For the record, I'm not pissed that Tina is seeing a guy. Henry seems to be a cool dude, just caught in a situation of massive fucked-upness. Sometimes it really is about seeing the person and not what they've got between their legs. So therefore, I'm not hating on Tina for being Bi or blah blah "she's enjoying hetero priveledge" etc. Whatever. I'm hating on Tina for calling herself something she's not. (PS, Laurel, I still love you.)
JENNY. Go run yourself into a fucking wall. Please. This is a flagrant waste of a fabulous actress, and I wish Jenny's ugly-tights-wearing self would just drop the fuck dead. Who the hell made nutcase the dyke police? If I were Tina, I would have fucking decked her at that basketball game. Just... erg! JENNY, of all people, being critical of bisexuality. FUCK OFF. And the whole dog thing? Omg, please let this be the beginning of an extreme downward spiral ending in a dramatic situation in which Jenny jumps off a bridge.
Oh Max. Woobie. I'm sorry. I expected her to be cooler than that. Sucks that you're going to lose your job now, too.
Papi, you're hot. Bitch. I'd hit it.
OMG, the Alice & Bette scene. I would totally just watch the Alice & Bette hour, happily. I luff their chemistry.
Shane didn't get much screentime, but how hysterical is her "fuck off, I hate modeling" face? Pretty funny.
Oh Phyllis. Just... oh, Phyllis. Her enthusiasm grows on you... kind of like fungus.
Get 'em, Marlee Matlin. I love the Bette/Jodi sparkage.
As a side note, go Bette for telling Nadia to fuck off. I mean, boo on Bette for fucking her in the first place, but at least she made herself clear.
Helena. You are too cute. Just... yeah.
LOL @ Leisha's opening orgasm scene.
THE WRITING SUCKED. Who wrote this episode? OH YEAH. FUCKING EzGIRL! THAT EXPLAINS IT. THIS IS MY CAPSLOCK OF RAGE!
Also continuing the CAPSLOCK OF RAGE-- the preview for the next episode.
OMG, CHARACTER ASSASSINATION. Why do these bitches have such a hate-on for straight men? Really? Also, Skyler already has miniature aneurisms while watching this show. I fear the next episode might put him in a fucking coma.
MY SHOW. What happened to my show!? Guin Turner and Rose Troche, please save us. In your names I pray, Amen.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
So yeah. This post brought to you by the letters F, K, U, and C, but not necessarily in that order. Also, continuing the trend...
Last night was my first lesson in stick shift. Please check all "dirty bisexual" jokes at the door, thanks. Ahem. I can officially say that first gear sucks ass. I stalled. A lot. I cursed. A lot. I did get around the Metro parking lot several times, and I even drove us home, but not without stalling at pretty much every stop. Right. Who thought up clutches? For real. Anyway, I'll give it another go next week. Skyler says I didn't actually do that bad, but mostly, I'm still cursing in my head. I even called his car a chode.
BPAL of the day: O: The scent of sexual obsession, slavery to sensual pleasure, and the undercurrent of innocence defiled utterly. Amber and honey with a touch of vanilla.
Mmm, skin-warmed milk and honey. I always forget how much I like this one. I don't think it's blatantly sexual, but it is comforting in a very sensual way. O is one of those scents that can be very hit-or-miss-- skin chemistry can make or break this one. Luckily for me, O plays nice on my skin. I get mostly honey out of this one, but it's sweet without being blatantly food-y. The amber puts the damper on the brightness of the honey note, warming it up, and the vanilla lends a creaminess that really rounds the oil out. It's the kind of scent that would make me want to nuzzle someone's neck, or lean in closer. It draws you in.
In random news, about a month ago, my roommate's boyfriend broke part of my tea set. He just bought me a glass teapot to replace the missing strainer. I now have three glass teapots. I feel especially British today. Tonight: girlie shopping with Agnes. The plan is to hit H&M, and I'll be keeping my eyes peeled for a new swing dress while I'm at it. Yay for new clothes, boo for changing rooms.