Welcome to my “recap” of The Real L Word Episode 204, entitled “The Other L Word,” which I’m 75% sure is a reference to Lettuce, Lizzie McGuire, Little House on the Prairie or Looney Tunes: Back in Action.

There are few feelings as singularly devastating as the feeling of watching an episode of The Real L Word after watching a brand-new episode of True Blood. I mean, how can “I’m not gonna lie, I have feelings for you” compare to “Sookie, you are mine”? It can’t, that’s how, regardless of how often Whitney resembles a vampire.

Anyhow, as we proceed today I’d like to remind everyone at home that in order to produce these recaps, I have to completely forget that these are real human people and devote myself entirely to the “characters” created by the production team.

That being said, this weekend, Kelsey pointed out a factual inaccuracy in a graphic constructed by Intern Grace several weeks back. This graphic explained “things Kelsey does” as those things had been explained to us by The Show: Cooking, Cleaning and Getting Alcohol. This was, of course, an incomplete picture which fails to illustrate the true breadth of Kelsey’s skills/talents.

I promised to fix it and so we did!  Ta-DA! Revised:

She’s a poet and you didn’t even KNOW IT.

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We open in the Den of Whit, where Rachel’s sitting in a chair, eating a raw yellow pepper with all the enthusiasm of a tranquilized Keroppi doll. Whitney arrives on her chariot of sex, claims she’s not eaten in days, and submits herself to another session of impromptu psychoanalysis.

no seriously it makes your vadge smell good, it's like the pineapple of vegetables

But first! An enrapturing discussion about the weight of Whitney’s hair, the nutritional value of Rachel’s favorite snack (no, not Whitney’s vadge! PEPPERS!) and decapitation.

Whitney: “I haven’t eaten in days and the first thing I’m eating is raw pepper.”
Rachel: “Maybe you should eat because you don’t want to become — your head you have a lot of head so what’s gonna happen is you’re gonna end up like this -” [bends her neck to the side]
Whitney: “Like a lollipop?” [sidenote: that is A FUCKED UP LOLLIPOP]
Rachel: “Your body won’t be able to support the massive hair/head ratio.”
Whitney: “There’s a lot of brains in this head.”
Rachel: “Brains?”
Whitney: “Underneath these dreads.”
Rachel: “I don’t know about that.”

Rachel believes Whitney’s going down a ‘rabbit hole’ with Sara and it’s disappointing and nothing like the movie with the Mad Hatter and the Red Queen and so forth. Whitney makes the following “point”:

Whitney: “Maybe right now — maybe my decisions aren’t the best but right now I’m trying to sort out my emotions because that’s what they are behind them — they are emotions behind them. And sometimes unfortunately you can’t control emotions!”

and this is why rachel takes klonopin

I believe Angela Chase has some wisdom to share on this particular topic:

“It’s such a lie that you should do what’s in your heart. If we all did what was in our hearts, the world would grind to a halt.”

Whitney says Rachel’s being condescending, which is true, but also Whitney’s certainly got a better comeback in that giant-head-nest-dred-brain-holder of hers than “you can’t control emotions.”

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Romi, sober and full of light, sleep, and hydration, is going to get her life on track.

if so could you pick up some beer on your way back?

Romi voiceovers that she feels “stuck” at Marc Jacobs, which is fair enough, security doors are complicated.

push it real good

Sober Romi is ready to grab life by its Vixskin balls and turn them into earrings. She’s right: giving up drinking helps you get your shit together quicker than you’d imagine. I say this while drinking, of course.

So thus Romi does some lunges and then runs around the pond in cute sweatpants and an unnecessary hat/doily thing and super-fancy headphones to the sweet sweet sounds of, I think, Enya.

i run for life

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Claire, Queen of the Los Angeles Jungle, is moving out of the House of Thwarted College Romance into her own apartment. She’s dressed like Sue Sylvester for good luck.

there must be 50 better suitcases with which to leave your lover

Claire explains that because nobody likes her anymore, she’s gotta live by herself, which she’s never done before. But c’mon — LOOK AT THIS EXPOSED BRICK! I’d take exposed brick over two girlfriends any day.

it even comes with an end-table

Claire: “[Francine] should’ve told me before I moved out here that it was gonna be miserable, but she didn’t. She told me it was gonna be nice.”

How many people is it again that it takes to tango? Two, right? Yes, I believe it takes two to tango.

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Cori and Kacy have mutual friends with Whitney and Sara, so they’re all together at the table, like monkeys at a picnic, NOT TALKING ABOUT SPERM. Instead, we get actual BACKSTORY! Like how they met, etc.

wow we are so much happier than those guys

After discussing her wanton party-girl youth and Kacy-permitted wild-oats-sowing period, Cori is forced to move on to a more sperm-focused convo ’cause Whitney asks about “the next step” in their storyline/relationship.

Whitney: “They’re like the perfect couple, they’re like the unicorn couple that you hear exists, but you never really see them out.”

It’s ’cause unicorn couples are always at home sperm-shopping, cuddling, shining their horns and watching Rachel.

and then i was like "i've never seen a femme with such a long horn before!"

So, are you guys together? Cori and Kacy ask Saritney. The two-second pause, muffled by Saritney’s awkward glances and chuckles, says more than their words ever could, and I’m not just saying that because Sara never talks and I can’t handle another Whitney Metaphor.

In fact, I have a metaphor of my own: Sara and Whitney, watching humans, are realizing that their relationship, much like vampires, melts in the sun.

oh my god we're so fucked

Whitney extracts some nonsense about being stubborn and being “into our own shit.” Somewhere over the rainbow, Samantha Jones is shaking her head and rolling her eyes and deadpanning; “Admit it, ladies. You’re just fucking and there’s nothing wrong with that.”

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In addition to having the exact same crazytown feelings about relationships, Sajdah and Chanel have the EXACT SAME CRAZYTOWN BIRTHDAY.  Clearly both sets of parents were riding the hobby horse on the very same day, eventually leading to this fated moment when Sajdah would end up in Los Angeles, throwing a weird party filled with tiny pocket-sized scenes of Awkward!

i'd just like to note that a 2-year-old got a lower third and robin roemer didn't

AND A BABY!

Sajdah, being the Butch Gentlewoman that she is, is throwing a party for Chanel, a party she apparently planned despite only allegedly meeting Chanel two weeks ago. She’s rented a big fancy house “managed” by a girl named “Natasha” who is not, much to my disappointment, the same one who was engaged to Mr.Big.

flannel + dreadlocks = lesbian

Love stories!

that face means "this is crazy"

SO MUCH LOVE AT THE PARTY:

dead ringer for heather locklear in the lower right hand corner

Sajdah and Chanel aren’t having sex “currently,” but Sajdah is “planning for it” and “hoping for it.” I’m hoping it’ll be like when Donna Martin lost her virginity to David on 90210 and stacked a bunch of candles at the end of the bed (fire hazard!).

“The desire to have sex inspires me to do certain things,” Sajdah says. Story of my life. Actually, I believe that’s the story of every non-asexual human’s life. Desiring sex, doing things. Things like LAPDANCES!

this is never awkward for the rest of the guests

Sajdah, swept up by the power of Chanel’s ass and her own burning loins, literally hauls Chanel into the other room to execute the Seduction Plan she read about at the dentist. It starts with magical princess sexyloveface champagnesex drinkity-drink procured from Fairieland.

also, i bought you all the stars in the sky and put them in this bottle as a symbol of our love.

Sajdah could’ve gotten Chanel something boring like a pony, a Nintendo or a charm bracelet, but instead got Chanel a journal.

Chanel: Ooooo, I like the paper!

It’ll be a “tool” for them to express feelings to each other. Thank G-d. These kids need to stop fucking, hiking, watching sports and talking politics and get down to their FEELINGS.

(Also, maybe Showtime had a tie-in with Moleskin, ’cause I think Kelsey got a planner last week.)

There is not one thing in this scene that feels like it wants me to watch it.

Much like Shakespeare and Jeanette Winterson, Sajdah discovers, through the process of writing the first journal entry, that she’s in love with Chanel. Mmm-hm. What say you, Marissa?

Sajdah nabs three seconds of makeout heaven before Chanel has to get back to her guests, leaving Sajdah crawling on the floor like it’s that scene in Sesame Street where we learned the word “agua.

the thing is that i feel like makin' love

a…g….u…aa

See the thing is —

and also with burberry and rainbows and butterflies and whole foods

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Whitney and Sara are in bed together with their tattoos out, possibly naked.

that's so true about prop 8 being unconstitutional

Their mouths are moving and sometimes we snap over to another place, where it’s just Whitney sitting in front of the camera with her mouth moving. Then we go back to the first place where they’re in bed with their mouths moving, and sometimes not moving, and it appears that they then close their eyes and go to sleep.

it'd seem this was said

Oh fuck, I just had the mute button on. Oh well, NEXT!

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Back in Sober House…

i hope you still found time to make me dinner, woman

Kelsey’s been walking all day. She walked up Melrose, Santa Monica, Hollywood, turned six tricks, stuck her hands in the Hollywood Walk of Stars, went to Ripley’s Believe it Or Not and applied to every California Pizza Kitchen in the whole g-ddamn state and thank Jesus Lord Christ Romi gives her a cuddle hug for her efforts. Aww.

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Kelsey admits she’s been down lately but hasn’t said so ’cause Romi hasn’t been sympathetic. But that’s all in the past. Walking changes all that.

so can we have sex again

Romi: “When you find someone who’s like genuinely such a good human being and has such a good soul, you can work on that. Trying to fix someone’s soul and someone’s spirit is not something I’m interested in doing. Trying to fix somebody’s routine and agenda — I can do that.”

Gays have lots of practice with changing agendas.

Romi: “I need you to get rich or die trying.”
Kelsey: “I think that’s what’s gonna happen, I’m gonna die trying.”

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Back at The Birthday Party, Sajdah’s Over It ’cause Natasha’s friends have arrived and Sajdah wasn’t told this was also Natasha’s party, and I think Natasha says “that’s what I was talking about when I said we needed to plan this” but really who knows. Natasha and Sajdah have an incomprehensible spat, laden with gems like “get your shit and go right now!” and “I’ve been so patient with you!” and “You want me to clean right now?”

just return sookie to me and this will all be over

Chanel’s sort of bumbling around like a pretty girl in a sexy outfit who’s not really paying attention to her surroundings and Sajdah gets all Sadist on her:

Sajdah: “Get in my car, we’re about to go. The party that I threw is now over. Anyone I invited must leave now.”
Chanel: “I am talking to my brother! Don’t be like that.”
Sajdah: “I’m about to leave.”
Chanel: “Okay we can go, but don’t come at me like that –”
Sajdah: “Because I had a little gentle conversation and it’s like ten minutes later. It’s ten minutes later!”
Chanel: “Baby – relax–”
Sajdah: “If I rented a place and I say it’s time to go, it’s time to go. There’s no conversation.”

Then Sajdah pulls a Lizzie Grubman and backs that ass up all the way into another car.

ooops

As they drive off into the dim cool evening of thwarted expectations, Sajdah has some choice words for Chanel:

Sajdah: “You were sitting there, you was concerned about Shirley. Natasha, she was about to throw me down the fucking stairs. Nobody was hitting Shirley. Shirley’s man was there with her. Shirley was a-ok… if we have one more issue like this, we’re done, we’re done, there’s no point.”

F*CK YOU SHIRLEY YOU ALWAYS RUIN EVERYTHING

shirley is a-ok

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Whitney’s visiting Scarlett, who’s painting something for some reason. The most important part is Scarlett being on camera, as she’s pretty much the best-looking thing to ever happen to Showtime since Shane.

ok whit, i'm doing this one scene and then it's over for me and this show

I can’t remember what they were talking about, it was either Immigration Reform or Sara.

Scarlett: “Sometimes I just wanna put a leash around you and be like bad Whitney, bad.”

and i was like "look, i can get into S&M. I like kinky shit sometimes."

Sara is bad news for Whitney bla bla bla.

if only we could've been here to watch the paint dry

Okay. Here’s the thing, Real L Word: SHOW DON’T TELL.

Everyone talks shit about Sara but we never SEE Sara do anything, besides occasionally forget her lines or remember her lines. We rarely see Whitney and Sara’s “connection” or even their “disconnection,” nor do they fight about anything we actually witnessed (aside from, I guess, the Makeout at Dinah Shore 2010), only things Whitney heard from her friends or speculated while cruising for chicks on Santa Monica. SHOW DON’T TELL, SHOW.

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Soooo, after apparently locking Francine in a foxhole, Claire’s got a meeting with Power UP!, which Claire describes as a “lesbian filmmaking group” who hopefully will want to work with her on her Big Idea about creating the first Lesbian Online Magazine Website Ever.

Claire arrives at the meeting with camera people deployed by Lesbian Media Empress Satanlord Fuckwad Ilene Chaiken, so I’d say already she’s going against Power UP!’s mission of lesbian visibility butttt that’s just my personal opinion.

well i was thinking we'd start out with words on a screen, and maybe add a picture or a banner of some kind? then maybe add more words every day. something like that.

The woman in the Girl Trash t-shirt is Stacy Codikow, the founder of Power UP!, and the woman in the sunglasses who you may recognize is Jamie Babbit, director of your favorite movie ever, But I’m a Cheerleader.

Claire: “Out here my goal was to create some kind of lesbian publication — planning on starting with a website, that’s like fashion, health and like — kind of like a – “upgrade your style” kind of thing.”
Stacy: “What’s your publishing background like?”
Claire: “Not so much, not much of a publishing background, but that’s why I wanna start with, um, like a website. So I’m gonna kind of start there, I just bought a domain name.”

They don’t like her domain name (dirty boudoir dot com).

what about lesbian.com? is that taken? i need to find someone to see if that's taken.

Stacy: “Do you have someone to set up the website?”
Claire: “Well, that’s what I’m kinda struggling with at this moment. That and then also I need to get writers because I am not the best of a writer but I wanna be able to do the interviews and kinda have somebody take what I get from the interview and write and write it because that’s what I wanna spend my time doing is just — like ’cause every day I’ll like think of something new that I’m like — how am I gonna do that?”
Stacy: “Do you have anybody that you’ve talked to about how to go about this?”
Claire: “I mean, no, not yet, not out here.”
Stacy: “You know, this is the tenth time I’ve heard this.”
Claire: “What?
Stacy: “Your pitch.”
Claire: “And I wanna be the person that does it.”

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Yes, unlike the persons behind GO Magazine, Curve, SheWired, AfterEllen, BOUND, DIVA, Velvet Park, Everyone is Gay, Autostraddle and several bajilion other websites, not all of them secretly operated by 45-year-old men, Claire is gonna DO IT.

never forget

Jamie Babbit: “I think you know, it’s a fun idea, I just feel like we’ve seen it before, yeah — I do think Power Up would be a great place for you to intern if that’s something you’re interested in.”
Claire: “That would be amazing but you know, for me I wouldn’t, like I’m not gonna do something — I’m not gonna go be a secretary.”
Stacy: “It was really good to meet you.”

JAMIE BABBIT JUST OFFERED YOU AN INTERNSHIP AND YOU TOLD HER YOU’RE NOT GONNA BE A SECRETARY!?!?!!?!?!!?!

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Romi’s out there getting her life together. Step One is turning her hair into a National Monument:

fuck man, i may as well just become edward scissorhands, that dude had his shit on point

Step Two is, as aforementioned by Power UP!, getting help:

not vodka

See — Romi was wearing these feather earrings and they picked up and a lot of people are making feather earrings and wearing them and so Romi figured, why don’t I make the feather earrings? And then sell them? And maybe other things too.

and this one can also be used for anal play

Romi’s like ten steps ahead of Claire, she’s definitely gonna win Celebrity Apprentice.
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Alyssa gets glorious with a made-up “voice of reason” voice which sounds like the Wicked Witch after forty cigarettes and a hernia.

lalalal i can't hear you lalalala

Rachel arrives home with cameltoe, admits she’s not wearing underwear, and then drags Whitney to a fancy hotel where Rachel will be cutting her friends’ hairs. But when Whitney leaves for a smoke she returns to find Rachel’s cut off a chunk of Bianca’s hair and also her own hand.

“I do my best work when I’m drunk,” Rachel says, while bleeding from the palm. Whitney, now in super-caretaker mode, consults with Lauren regarding Rachel’s mixers for the evening:

oh come on who doesn't

Meanwhile Rachel clips away while Bianca, who either isn’t scared or doesn’t care about her hair, gets shorn.

Whitney: “When you cut your finger and don’t acknowledge it, it’s time to stop.”

Rachel for Wax Pussy

Whitney suggests it’d be wise for Rachel to put down the sharp objects but Rachel, being the suddenly needy crushed-out heartbreaking hot mess that she is, thinks all she needs to snap out of it is a few slaps to the face and a kiss. Whitney provides the slaps and reluctantly provides the kiss. No, not that kind of kiss. A BETTER kiss.

now i cannot feed on you

If there’s one little bit of you who’s ever felt like Rachel feels in this scene w/r/t wanting someone so desperately that you’ve lost any self-consciousness or pride whatsoever, you’re probably cringing and wishing this wasn’t on the teevee.

In scenes like this though, it’s so clear that Whitney is a really good, smart person, and that many of her failings likely do stem from caring too much for everyone and not realizing that in doing so, she encourages them to have unrequited feelings in return. I feel like Ilene Chaiken has located the most confused and reckless part of her and built an entire show around it, which should surprise nobody.

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FUN FACT about Sajdah:

we deserve a trophy just for being named the LA Amazons

HOT DAMN.  Sajdah’s glad to be at practice ’cause she’s mad at Chanel and needs to punch some shit. I get that.


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AND THEN…OMG I cannot! I just can not listen to people talk about their feelings for Whitney Mixter or other people’s feelings for Whitney Mixter for one more second of my life!!! The topic is PLAYED OUT, like Pokemon, Lindsay Lohan’s court dates and Sarah Palin.

bla bla whitney bla bla feelings bla bla girls bla bla shiny hair

This scene’s topic is “what happened with Rachel in the scene we just saw,” in case it didn’t rock hard enough the first time.

“It’s classic Rachel behavior…” Alyssa begins. She’s like Dr.Lesbian. She’s just there with her juice and her hoodie just waiting for you to come home and nestle into her bosom and unload your sadness upon her and she’ll like, psychoanalyze whoever’s not in the room.

You know what this show is missing?

Because I feel like this is what this show wants me to think right now:

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Claire’s friend Barb is in town, which’s awesome ’cause Claire’s got nobody left to talk to in Los Angeles besides these guys:

Claire tells Barb about her interview and her idea about getting talented people together to do a thing in a “sick way.”

this is just like in 1st grade when she had an idea for a tree fort

Like she’d be a fool not to do a photoshoot with The Real L Word girls in white t-shirts, she has a vision, but she doesn’t know if they’ll do it — but it would be really dumb of them to NOT do it —

Barb: “You have to like, spend some time with them.”

Excellent point.

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Cori and Kacy are going to a “knocking it back before getting knocked up” party, talking about sperm. Specifically, the sperm that’s about to crawl up into Cori’s stomachspace and edge out any potential room for tequila.

Kacy’s being sweet and caring and patient about how Cori likes to party and will probably never party again and then shit gets totally bizarre when Cori reveals that when she gets drunk, she has “alternate personalities.”+

1. Alter One: Cookie.

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2. Alter Two: Coco.

Are you thinking what Ken Seely is thinking?

Meet Coco:

These girls cannot handle their alcohol. That’s the takeaway here.  (Neither can I or any of my friends, which’s reason #46 why I’m glad we’re not on the teevee.)

Absolutely nobody should ever drink anything ever. If you do you will die, ask Whitney to slap you three times, or develop multiple personalities.

coincidentally this is also my swallowing-sperm face

Kacy: “She gets that look in her eye, that like eye of the tiger — it was a little scary, I’m not gonna lie.”

Around this time my girlfriend said, “I feel insane watching this,” and maybe I did, too. It’s clear Kacy cares about Cori, Cookie, AND Coco, and that, you know, future Lesbian Moms can party too.

always a great idea

Shit eventually gets too crazy to handle and Kacy shuffles a hilariously talky Cori out of the club. “I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!” Cori yells out the back window as Kacy whisks her away from the pre-baby ball.

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Sajdah and Chanel, at one of LA’s many fine outdoor eateries suitable for film crews, are gonna talk it out. ‘Cause they miss/love each other, etc.

so next time i tell you to do something, you do it. especially if that thing is "disrobe"

Chanel: “I think the pressure we sort of put on each other with having so much in common made us expect to know each other right away. So the little things… it was irritating us more than it should have.”

This rings surprisingly true and haven’t we all been there when you meet someone you decide is perfect for you and the first time they do something you wouldn’t do you freak out?  You’re mad at them doubly: for whatever it is you’re actually mad about and also for not being who you thought they were, which is to say — they’re not you.

this was around the same time i wanted to drop the l word, too

Maybe saying “I love you” so quickly was too much pressure not to explode immediately afterwards. You absolutely cannot know somebody in a week, or even two weeks. I think you need a full year of holidays, seasons, tragedies, Real L Word premieres, computer crashes and celebrations, to really know a person. And even then, they could turn out to be a serial killer, I saw it on A&E.

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Or, you know, it’s because of astrology:

yes, that's exactly it

In other news:

Sajdah: “I’m ready to fuck.”

WORD.

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Back to the Sister Wives House:

everyone's favorite subtitle

The only thing more fascinating than Whitney talking about Sara or to Sara is Whitney talking on the phone to Sara while one of her other ladies drinks in the kitchen.

Rachel: “I don’t remember kissing Whitney last night… we just had fun. To me, it’s all about fun. I still give great haircuts.”

what do you even know about great haircuts, whitney? look at your brain-case.

Whitney won’t let Rachel use Whitney’s car because it says “do not operate heavy machinery” on the side of that pill bottle Rachel just downed. “Something’s off with her,” Whitney observes.

such a jewish grandma, this one

What follows is sort of awkward and upsetting and starts with Rachel crying in the bathroom and Whitney going in to remind her about bleeding all over Bianca’s hair.

Well Rachel does not need one ounce of this shit, she did not take all that Xanax just to get stressed out. What time is it? It’s time for STRAIGHT TALK with Rachel, held in the backyard.

Let’s discuss.

Rachel: “Whitney can’t say SHIT. Because downfalls come in many different um — ways and — at this point, nothing Whitney says to me I can take it with a grain of salt because you’re still fucking with someone who is a lying uhh– manipulator. So your judgment is marred.”

Downfalls come in many different ways — some of us masturbate to straight porn on camera, some of us mix pharmaceuticals with alcohol. Some of us do both of those things.

Whitney goes to pick up Sara from work, chatting to the cameraperson, when she spots Erica on the street walking away from Sara’s salon. It’s like an episode of Cheaters, which I read about in a ‘zine once.

LIFE IS A HIGHWAY AND I'M GONNA RIDE IT ALLLL NIGHT LONG DODOOOD DODOA

Sara gets into the car and starts talking nonsense about who’s more feminine, her or her co-worker. Whitney confronts Sara about Erica, Sara says she didn’t see Erica and Erica doesn’t even know where she works, so she must have just been in the neighborhood.

Whitney: “You mean to tell me of ALL the places in Los Angeles that she JUST SO HAPPENED to be heading out the back door area of where you work at the exact time you’re getting off of work?”

Whitney “gets it.” It = Sara’s lying. OFF SHE GOES.

erica borrowed my pants. sorry.

Whitney’s basic philosophy is: “You do you.”

Take that home with you children and think about that.
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In conclusion — what is “The Other L Word”? DUH!