We asked you to tell us what you want to see on The L Word’s new reality spinoff — here’s your answers, from sippy cups to Betty to crack in the writer’s meetings … !

“Bookworm? Tomboy? Rule-Breaker? Felt like a changeling in your family? Women who answer yes to any of the above may feel instantly comfortable with the outsider status that more readily comes with that lesbian territory.”

Too easy, Miss California. Just too. f*cking. easy. And down you go with your nude photos, ten toy soldiers all in a row. I can’t wait to see what Gallagher’s got up her Wal-Mart blazered sleeve. Hopefully Spanx.

“We’ll comb desperately and hungrily through minutes upon minutes of storylines we don’t care about on shows we’ve never seen before — aliens! middle schoolers! telenovelas! big brother 10! — to reach the two-minute morsel we care about more than we probably should: the holy grail of promised homosexual content.”

Max would like to do an internet search for you and Jenny wants to wear doilies and scream about merkins. Can we talk about how cute Alice is as Ira Glass?

Quick! Pick one stereotype and squeeze yourself into it.

Yeah, Meaghan O’Malley thinks that’s pretty stupid, too. If you’ve ever wondered what would happen if you crossed an activist, self-assured, cargo shorts-wearing, feminist lesbian with an embroidering, cupcake-baking, doting housewife, Meaghan is your answer …

Why are there twice as many lesbian squabbles as lesbian sexy moments in this show? Oh yeah, it’s because this is the way that we liveeeeeeeee. This is the one where Ilene reminds us all that men are disgusting, loathsome creatures by making henry cut his toenails.

Of all foods: french fries. Of all underthings: boybriefs. . Of all girls: Shane. Of all cheekbones: Tasha’s. Of all L Word writers: Angela Robinson. Of all cities: New York City. Of all songs: “Just Like Heaven,” by the Cure. It’s just … such a perfect song, and the last song I ever expected to hear during an L Word sex scene!

Talk about NOT ending with a bang. Really IFC, it’s one thing to weigh down your show’s sixth season with an endless parade of unnecessary melodramatic plot devices — a murder, a pregnant man, a stolen film, a botched adoption from homophobic out-of-towners, two out-of-the-blue love triangles — and quite another thing to, when the season ends, not even “use” these devices to infuse the series finale with aforementioned melodrama.

It’s almost Valentine’s Day and Riese is sending out all her love. Luckily there’s lots to love in this episode with everyone looking very Shane today, the lesbian phone tree, Tasha being generally adorable, and of course: Angela Robinson.