Hello Nation. It’s time for another episode of The Real L Word, a show about a group of teenage detectives who go around solving neighborhood crimes and mysteries with the help of a very secretive friend: Ghostwriter!

L to R: Lesbian playing Whitney, Lesbian wearing a vest, Lesbian with a flat-top, lesbian in mom jeans/belt/tucked in&billowed out shirt, lesbian in overalls, lesbian in flannel

Hello lesbians, lesbian allies, and people who have strong feelings about lesbian erasure and welcome to the very last recap of the worst show in the whole wide world besides I Want a Famous Face, The Real L Word. As I’ve mentioned in the past, it’s a show which follows young sapphics as they have sex, talk about sex, talk about Whitney, and wrestle in various liquid food items.

Number one feeling about this episode?

[Sidenote: Because I’m supposed to be in a car right now on the way to San Diego to talk about something important, I feel insecure about the quality of this recap which I wish I had four more hours to obsess over than I do.]

ARE YOU READY !?!

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We open with The Real L Word getting all Suddenly Sundance with about 45 seconds of avant garde to the skippy sounds of a song my intern tells me is called “New Little Girl” by Kimberly Nichole, a singer apparently as famous as the cast of this show. Guess Tempted was too expensive.

Romi’s very year-of-her-birth today with a 1981-inspired morning routine which includes ancient arts like shaving one’s legs in the bath-tub, listening to records on a record player, and wearing tri-pink-colored bras from The Limited Too.

the wife of bath

Romi’s all like, bla bla sober sober getting my life together, no more Kelsey, bla blah, whitneysex was fun but won’t let the Mixterator get in the way of her career goals with Love and Pride Jewelry etc etc blah blah.

Speaking of the Jewels, Romi’s prepared like a Boy Scout for this Day Out. Lest a hapless midwestern lesbian attempt to wear a necklace as a feather earring, Romi and Vanessa are putting together a “look book” because in order for them to succeed, they need an visual explanation of “who the girl is and how you wear the jewelry.”

Top Model Challenge: The One With the Mohawk and the Tunic

You know how America’s Next Top Model gets more & more irrelevant every season as they dangle anorexic 24-year-olds from helicopters and dunk them in dry ice and paint their faces into other people’s faces and then stick jungle leaves in their tits and tell them to model through a flesh-eating bacteria epidemic? I wish this part was an episode of ANTM where Romi had to do a shoot on a rooftop in this Futuristic Dominatrix Monk tunic thing and she was afraid of heights. You know?

romi's evil twin

Romi: “There’s more love, there’s more passion, and there’s gonna be more heartache that comes to it too if things don’t work out.”

one thing's for sure: my hair is bangin'!

The camera loves her. It’s never really loved someone like this before.

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Over to Whitney, who’s driving my dream car through my television nightmare, declaring her hookup with Romi “a mistake” ’cause of Kelsey & Romi’s recent split, which is so very whatever.  “Romi and I will always be friends.” Yawn yawn black swan.

she's my favorite mistake

Whitney’s jitney’s heading to LAX to snatch the exotic brunette Whitney ordered on ErosGuide this morning, Jaq.

when a lady has 56 identical lovers, you run out of lower-third options

Jaq is Whitney’s San Francisco Treat, second only to Rice-a-Roni.

Maybe I’m just unable to wrangle through Jaq’s battalion of accessories and multifaceted jingly pirate apparel to hear her words or thoughts, but I’m 85% sure she’s spoken maybe five words this season. She’s a body, Whitney will fuck it, next!

Jaq appropriated three different cultures just to make that one earring

“Jaq’s coming to town to help with the pants vs pumps event,” says Whitney, which makes as much sense as anything ever has in Whitney World. Palm trees!

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Francine’s mother, adorned in a silk leopard-print blousey thing and the largest most amazing sunglasses in the Sunshine State, has arrived.

no mom wait 'til we get to the cabaret show to start dancing with me, this isn't grey gardens

Francine’s dying on the inside with her big gay secret, but Momma jumps right on in to the boyfriend-pushing and cassette-mongering. By the way: love her. Wish this show was Date my Mom instead of whatever it is, I Want a Famous Face or something.

dream lover come rescue my daughter

Fun fact: Francine’s Mom was apparently a “famous actress and singer” in Japan in the 60’s, which I’d like to see an entire documentary about but instead I’m watching this show. Continuing with the vintage audio device theme Romi established with her record player (she was listening to Frampton Comes Alive! if you must know), Mom’s brought Francine “cassette tapes of me singing” which is so so very Little Edie (sans craziness/raccoons).

put that shit in the tapedeck francine

Yoko’s talking about boys as Francine makes a face for every stage of  necrotizing fasciitis.

Mrs. Francine: “Yeah, if you’re going to choose a guy, he has to be nice.”
Francine: “Yeah.”
Mrs. Francine: “Of course they need to have money, too, not just a pretty face. You’ll get bored of the face in one year.”

Francine, who’s been bored of the face since grade school, manages, “It’s important to be with a — good person.”

god this lady has no fucking idea how fucking gay i am

Francine: “It always makes me a little on edge when she comes into town but this time I’m even more on edge because I want to come out to her.”

where can i get rid of this church's chicken before it stinks up the hotel room

Look at Yoko and Baby Francine:

when i knew

I used to think Francine’s look was Fancy Hobo but now I realize it’s 100% Olsen Twins:

who wore it better

At the hotel, Francine retires to poolside where she vacillates between Foxtrot Posture and Pain Faces while staring at her phone and freaking out. Francine rings room service for two girly gaywads with a slice of lime and a cherry in hopes the grenadine or vodka will inspire her to reveal her gayself to Yoko, who I already have this like very deep tender love for that I can’t explain.

i feel like there's flesh-eating bacteria in my solar plexus
#headdesk
or maybe email? what about email? an e-card?

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Over at Rachel’s Rock Bottom, our hapless heroine’s submitting herself to therapy, ’cause the best way to really expose yourself emotionally is to do it on Showtime in front of the 400 people who still watch this show.

rachel, you are getting very sleepy. very sleepy.

The Therapist, in all her therapeutic splendor, says things and then Rachel says this thing:

Rachel: “I’ve always had problems talking about my emotions and whatnot. I lost my father like ten years ago very suddenly and then I had to move in with my grandparents who just lost their son — their only son — you know at that time my Mom and me were not like, okay… I also hate crying so I don’t do it, especially around my family, I never cry. I don’t want them to think that I’m sad.”

i guess they're gonna know now that i'm sad though

Rachel was close to her father. He went to PFLAG and was supportive, a regular Novotny (sorry I can’t stop bringing her up, the woman just needs to be seen). He even let Rachel’s kicked-out-of-her-own-home girlfriend shack up with them. Meanwhile according to Rachel, Mom is always “walking by” and telling her she’s going to hell.

hi rachel, you're going to hell and i made peach cobbler

I love how I repeatedly have nothing in common with anyone on this show besides death. And I guess life.  Not even taxes, ’cause I haven’t paid my taxes in two years ’cause I don’t know how.

have you been seeing spencer, emily and hanna?

Upon leaving therapy, Rachel says she feels way better, like “a lot of pressure is out of [her] body.” In a way it is —  when something terrible happens and you become the De Facto Capable Adult in your broken family you sort of store all that excruciating pain and sorrow in a drawer in the back reaches of your brain. And when people ask how you’re doing about that death thing, you say “I just block it out,” and they then they tell you it’ll catch up to you one day, all that repressed sadness. One day everything beyond the blocks will hurtle forwards and eat you alive when you least expect it. So you do other things, like drink and do drugs and work all the time so everyone else’s needs take up all the room in your brain, leaving very little space for your own feelings, which is just how you want it. But you fear the pit everybody’s warned you about, you’re still afraid that it’s lurking and could unexpectedly explode. Will it kill you? Sometimes you feel like it could kill you.

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And then somebody makes you go, pays for you to go, calls so you can go, does everything short of sitting there and explaining your life story to the therapist so you can go. Then it feels passive enough to not set off the alarm system you installed on every emotional wall. Then you sit down and you say all the things and you cry and then there it is. That thing you’ve been afraid of — taking out your sad little heart out of your anxious chest and holding it up to the light — has started. And you’re still alive. More alive, even.

So anyhow, that’s what I think she meant by “I feel like a lot of pressure is out of my body.”

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Cori & Kacy are sitting on the couch with chocolate milk and a dildo, talking about sperm.

i can't open my mouth any wider i swear

Kacy and Cori make penis jokes and slap each other with the prosthetic, which I hope they stick in the dishwasher afterwards. Also, they say weird things like this:

Kacy: “Lesbians have this tendency to befriend guys with huge penises because they never have to ride that donkey.”

Her lips, G-d’s ears.

bitch i will pimp slap you with two cheeseburgers and a dildo

Cori: “That guy has the biggest dick ever!”
Kacy: “It’s super ridiculous.”

which is why we're going to sinclair sexsmith's how to use a strap on workshop at good vibrations in san francisco next week

Long story way too long — Cori’s strappin’ up for the Great Gyno in the Sky again rather than using The Tugaboat Penis Machine, like a proper First Worldian Lesbian. More importantly, Kacy’s hair in this scene is six degrees of sexy like Kevin Bacon:

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Over at Whitney’s Whimsical Workshop, Whit-Brit’s putting her hammer-swinging skills to good use, spray-painting and building shit with Jaq, who is suspiciously also operating various power tools.

it was the night before christmas, and all through the house…

The Pumps/Pants set pieces, inspired by Putt-Putt and high school productions of Guys & Dolls, are huge and ridiculous and unnecessary and also cute/oh.

butthead, she said "suck" heh heh heh heh

Hold your seasonably-inappropriate hats tight on your heads, ladies, ’cause Whitney’s about to blow your mind by doing something totally unique and important.

you remind me of a baby koala that i once knew

And the Whitney tape goes round and round and the painted ponies go up and down, we’re captured on a carousel of screentime. We can’t look back, we can only look, behind from where she came, and go round and round and round in the circle game.

Whitney: “If we work this well together making props, could we work this well together in a relationship? It’s possible.”

Just to recap, Episode 201:

Whitney:I mean, we’ve given it a shot before so I don’t know if it’s meant to be for the future. Casual hookup [with Rachel]? It’s a possibility.”

Also earlier this season:

Whitney: “Is [Sara] someone I could see myself lasting with? I don’t know what the exact answer is.”

Just leavin’ all the doors open. Flapping in the breeze.

Cut to the shower, where Whitney and Jaq disrobe and make out in the red-light district of the Harem Bathroom. The lighting/music makes it seem like they’re slathering each other in cooking oil in a post-apocalypse sauna/bomb shelter.

I’d like to quote the song playing during this scene:

Ahhhh

Ohhhhhhh

Yeahhhhhh

Turn the lights out

Baby

Did you like that

I know you did.

Top that, EZ Girl.

hot cross buns

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Back to Sajdah’s Search for Sapphistry, which today lands us at some kind of outdoor mall in God-Knows-Where, probably selected so Chanel could descend the escalator like she’s a water ballerina or something. Sajdah, fresh off Huck Finn’s raft and still in his waterfront shirt, is awaiting her.

here she comes miss west hollywoodah

According to Chanel’s outfit, the producers must have been thrilled that Chanel somehow coordinated her “getting back together” conversation to take place on the same day as her interview for the show, as she’s wearing the same dress/bra/hat in both.

pumps, pants, hats

Basically Sajdah’s got a lot of love to give. Like gallons of it. And Chanel’s thirsty and they’re both super-dorky but also cute and so what the hell, why not:

Sajdah: “We’re two very different people, you know, like i’m on ten all the time. I’m crazy excited, I’m in everybody’s business, i’m all over the place, but I can learn to slow down. I realize that more than anything one thing I got from you that I don’t feel like I  get in a lot of places is love and it’s not just that I want love it’s that i want to give you that as well and I wanna love you the way you’ve always loved me.”

Chanel: “Also with love you’ve gotta trust, you know? So if I say that I love you but I do want personal time or I don’t wanna do PDA, it’s not that I have something against you I just need you to trust me that it’s something I need to do for myself. I really wanna play hard to get but I’ve never been good at it, so.”

Marissa:

 

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even though i'm wearing this bra don't, i'm not blind

Chanel: “Sajdah is the first woman I’ve been in a relationship with who like , like she really — [starts crying] — cares, and I’m willing to take the risk with her emotionally because I just feel that she’s worth it and we’ve had so many great times so I still believe that we can have a whole lot more.”

Me too! Six Flags Great Adventure For Everybody!

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Kacy and Cori are at the flower shop, talking about sperm, namely their short supply of it. Their new plan for dealing with this shortage is to get wild jungleflowers to attract mama chakra from Glorious Green Goddess Isis above who is Lord and Intergalactic Lumberjack of fertility and babies, like Zeus.

so what we want is one of those big bouquets like for baby showers? but with a baby in it.

Kacy: “We’re crazy, we’re having a creepy crazy ceremony because we’re trying to get pregnant.”
Cori: “The human sacrifice didn’t work, so we’re gonna try flowers.”

oh wow so these are real lesbians then

To be honest I wasn’t paying attention to this scene because I’m not a Wiccan and I’m not gonna let this show’s Wiccan Agenda get to me nor will I let it stop me from going to the kitchen for Phish Food and staring blankly out the window into someone else’s window, wondering what I’ve done with my life to get to this point.

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So, just going off these screencaps I asked my Intern to make, I think the Flower Girl asked the Lesbian Couple to pretend to kiss each other on the face/lip region:

And then Kacy was like, “pretend I just said something really funny.”

And then Cori got possessed by a demon!

Supernatural shit is in the AIR, y’all.
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We return to Francine’s Gay Hideaway, where Mom’s getting the grand tour of Francine’s garden of Good & Evil and wearing a geometric JC Penny black frock that only she could pull off.

homosexuals built this garden mom

Yoko’s flying out tomorrow and really wants to know what those cameras are for so Francine goes for it and honestly it’s sort of weird, considering all the build-up.

Francine: “Well I’m gonna tell you something. So for ten years or so, I haven’t told you this. I’ve been dating women. So don’t get mad.”
Mrs. Francine: “You’re sure?”
Francine: “Yeah… I don’t want you to be like embarrassed or ashamed of me. I don’t want you to be ashamed, you know?”
Mrs. Francine: “I not shame.”
Francine: “You still love me?”
Mrs. Francine: “Of course OF COURSE.”

Francine: “I just don’t want you to think I’m weird or disappointing.”
Mrs. Francine: “I love love so much you!”

OKAY! One of my favorite parts of life is how when you learn a language totally different than your first language, like a language that structures its verbs/nouns/possessives/adjectives/pronouns in a different order than your first language, like when I was learning Hebrew six hours a week and kept wanting to say  “the girlfriend of me” instead of “my girlfriend,” you sometimes end up saying things in a way more awesome order than they’re meant to be said in.

Like “I love love so much you.” It’s definitely on my top ten best sentences of the season. This is how it should always be said. Bless you, Yoko, bless you.

Then Yoko KILLS it by explaining that she’s okay with Francine being gay as long as she’s not dating Claire, specifically.

Francine: “She was controlling.”
Mom: “She controlled you.”
Francine: “She was my girlfriend, you know? Did you know?”

Francine bites her shawl and cries a little.

Francine’s already weighed down by her sweater-tunics and Giant Slalom hats and has a job at NamiWave Media so I think so far, so good. That was simple!

i love love so much you too, mom

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Kacy & Cori are at the beach, talking about sperm and handing out giant lilies to a large group of thirtysomething white people in sunglasses who will be the godparents of the hypothetical baby. It’s like photosynthesis meets Foxfire meets Eddie Bauer’s Autumn Collection meets a lady dressed as a vagina.

the vagina is there for extra, extra good luck

This is crazy, like a fertility ritual, of some kind, in which spirits are channeled and one by one the couples walk to the beach and throw flowers into the ocean.

shot put

I can’t describe if this ceremony is exactly or the opposite of how this would be handled in Berkeley.

my pretties

But also, the vagina:

goooooooo team babysperm!

Cori and Kacy interview that they know even if they don’t have a baby, life will go on and they’ll still be cute and play with play-dough penis toys.

Kacy: “This is an added bonus. We are already a family.”

i'm so glad i talked to my doctor about celexa

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Over to Vivian and Claire, drinking poison out of tiny teacups surrounded by bamboo, boothery and shiny menus. Vivian interviews that she came here for a photo-shoot that never happened, on account of Claire and Chas (real name – Ashley) going apeshit at “Haute” which was either two weeks ago or yesterday, depending on your perception of this show’s storyboarding objectives.

cheers to you putting on that little bo peep thing again

Claire asks how Viv “genuinely feels” and I genuinely feel like every “State of the Relationship” scene in this episode was staged, but moving on — Vivian doubts Claire the Cougar’s ability to “do long distance” ’cause Claire’s a Leo, which explains the hair, the attitude, and the carnivorous tendencies.

however in three weeks after this whole show thing is over, she's moving back in.

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Whitney, Jaq, Kool & the Gang are heading to another one of those parties that look like all the other parties, which is to say black/blue light, a DJ with an intense face, girls making out, and lesbians fighting openly in the wild.

shots shots shots shots shots shots

Despite being accompanied by a Real Pirate Mistress, Whitney’s having a hard time seeing Sara suck face with Erica. If Jaq could talk, she might say “I’m having a hard time seeing Whitney having a hard time seeing Sara suck face with Erica.”

three minutes in heaven/the corner

In case you forgot about Sarahahada’s flesh-eating virus, Whitney reminds us that Sara “gets under her skin” like nobody else. Quick timeout:

what i'm telling you is that i'm just a girl in the world, and that's all that you'll let me be

At the end of the night, Whitney’s comforted to see that Sara’s all tore up and falling drunk over herself.

and in white pants, too

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Welcome to the big fundraiser for A Good Cause, every Charity Enthusiast’s Favorite Charity! No within a few minutes Whitney mentions the charity once — no lower third, of course. I think she said “Falling Whistle,” named after what Sara did last night on the street outside of HauteBootyJuice.

eat a cupcake, save a child

There’s a little “everyone’s going to the party” montage, wherein Francine still can’t believe it’s butter, Cori & Kacy reference having sex earlier that day, Romi’s got no pants on, Claire’s gagging  herself with a toothbrush, Sajdah’s being dorky and Whitney’s just bein’ Whitney.

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Kelsey’s on her way too:

lesbian by night, urban bicycle hero by day

So are these strange kids:

someone, sarah croce actress of UNICORN PLAN-IT, sara medd autostraddle calendar stylist

Kelsey says it’s weird to not be with Romi anymore, and she’ll probably always love her, but you know the thing is:

preach

Claire’s bringing her friend Mila along so Mila can be a human body shield.

Claire: “When I see Francine it’s like I know you so well, I know you like inside and out, I know every crevice of your body, it’s just awkward… I loved her for so long and to now not even be like hey, how’s it going, it’s just sad.”

Furthermore, Claire sees her hottie with a new body and delivers the following eval:

Claire, re: Khristianne – “Oh my god I can’t watch that. I have puke in my mouth a little bit… .she’s not necessarily my total type, you know, I’m like a little bit more selective!??! Like… it’s mind-boggling!”

Let the games begin, motherfuckers! The first game, “Role Reversal” Relay, deconstructs our understanding of the gender binary and was heavily influenced by Judith Butler.

Challenges include:

+ Throwing plates from a bucket to a teammate in yellow gloves standing in front of a bucket (this is how Pants would do the dishes if Pants did dishes, obvs)

+ Tying a tie

+ Applying fake eyelashes

+ Doing a three-legged race in underpants and stilettos

+ Stuffing your face into an aluminum pan filled with broken eggs, whipped cream and afterbirth

fun with gender

Whitney & Romi conference at the pool to talk about themselves —

Whitney: “What makes you pumps?”
Romi: “Well I just cut up my shirt into nothing, I have a pink bathing suit on with matching lipstick and I’d rather be laying out right now than playing sports. What makes you pants?”

romi has blind jenna's USB thing on her necklace

Whitney: “What makes me pants is I have dirty baseball pants on and I would prefer to get tan while outside doing activities.”

AHEM. No. It’s this:

Romi: “There’s a chemistry between the two of us… bla bla bla”

look! girls!

Other activities include:

+ Cori beating Kacy with a giant foam stick, talking crazy about Kacy being the mother of her hypothetical baby

watch the uterus! watch the g-ddamn uterus!

+ Thinking long and hard about Scarlett being a top

this explains why whitney has never fucked scarlett

+ Cori & Kacy sneaking off into the bushes to have sex, which I found to be the most relatable scene of the episode and Jess thinks was totally fake.

Kacy: “We had a little fun, loosened up.”
Cori: “You were really loose!”

power botttommmmm

+ And, of course:

Fill ‘er up:

you tell me, fancypants

Whitney: “I see Pants & Pumps Throwdown possibly spreading across the nation.”

Whitney: “Year Two we’re making it a little sweeter.”

pants-on-pumps culture

Claire: “It’s hot out, nobody told me it would be this hot”

what if this show suddenly became a bret easton ellis novel

Because nobody on this show can use words properly except for Francine’s Mom, Rachel wraps up her storyline with this doozy:

Rachel: “L.A. has turned out to be my saving grace, it really gave me a moment to clear my mind and see that I need help.”

Whitney talks about herself:

Whitney: “Jaq…We’re very compatible, we have a lot of things in common. But you know, distance is hard to deal with…”

let's have a toast to all the douchebags, a toast to all the assholes, let's have a toast for all the people wrestling in chocolate syrup, every one of them i know

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At some point in time later or earlier, Romi and her partner are hitting up the Love & Pride Room for Love & Pride’s third product placement spot, starring this swarthy vaguely European man who talks fancy and describes Love & Pride as a “jewelry destination for the gay community,” which makes it sound like a mall or something, which would be wild.

no this isn't whitney's apartment i swear

Gaston says that they’re “extremely talented, extremely original” and that he’s “really excited and want to work with you and I want to see you fly because you have beautiful ideas and beautiful talent.”

Then we get this silly flashback montage heavily influenced by the editor who just discovered the Watercolor Filter wherein Romi again calls Kelsey an alcoholic and reflects on her era of self-reflection.

i also see a future for Hija and Futch

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Cori & Kacy are at the gynecologist’s, talking about sperm and ovulation. Here are my notes for this scene:

“here comes my old friend Mr.Probe”

OMG CORI IS OVULATING LET’S SHOOT HER UP WITH THIS SHIT

I was born to be a Mom

let's squeeze each other until a baby pops out of our ears

The gyno probes Cori’s uterus for signs of ovulation and certifies that she’s good to go while everyone aahhs at the sonogram they showed in last week’s preview to make us think Cori was having an immaculate conception.

Cori and Kacy reflect on the strength of their partnership and it’s really genuine and cute:

Cori: “This is five years in the making of really hard work and honesty and building trust. It doesn’t happen overnight.”

This empty uterus is a big surprise considering we saw these premiere photos before the show even started airing:

three months after filming wrapped up, NO BABAY

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Back at, I believe, Chanel’s monochrome chateau, the duo is packing for Chanel’s annual pilgrimage to Jamaica where they can muse over the many colors of the sunset and have sex on the beach and pick up that journal where it left off.

your stomach is making funny noises

Sajdah’s packed “three t-shirts, three shorts, three underwear, three socks,” which is idiotic, and Chanel’s packed 16 t-shirts, a dress for sitting at the pool, a dress for sitting at the beach, a dress for a formal dinner, 2 prs shorts/skirts for the pool, a hoodie if it gets cold at night, five comfortable thongs, one thong that looks super-sexy but is uncomfortable to wear for more than a few hours, regular panties, heels, flip-flops, wedges, a racerback bra, a regular bra, capri pants, a straw hat, costume jewelry, a sarong, a baby frog, a flashlight, and 7 cans of Diet Coke.

in which chanel becomes a critter

Sajdah: “What are we gonna do in Jamaica, let’s practice!”
Chanel: “Practice what?”
Sajdah: “Whatever we’re gonna do there.” [starts poking at her]
Chanel: “No, stop.”
Sajdah: “Like pretend you’re in your swimsuit.”
Chanel: “No!”
Sajdah: “Pretend like you’re changing into your swimsuit.”
Chanel: “Pretend I already changed and I’m wearing a dress over my swimsuit.”
Sajdah: “Okay well, let me see your swimsuit.”
Chanel: “You’re nasty, stop.”

Sajdah interviews that she and Chanel really really love each other and that’s all it takes, which is inaccurate yet adorable. Sajdah wins the show for having the hottest girlfriend at the end.

This reunion is a big surprise considering we saw these premiere photos before the show even started airing:

three months after filming stopped, the love burns on

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Back to Whitney’s Chemistry Couch, where Whit’s confessing her love for… OH MY GOD I WONDER WHO IT’S GONNA BE?!!!

i know it's hard to take me seriously in this wicker hat, but bear with me


Whitney:
 “Jaq is great and we’re good friends but we don’t have that chemistry, honestly I’ve tried it with other girls and the fact is that they’re not you.”

Whitney: “I love you.”
Sardaaah: “I love you too.”
Whitney: “You’re such an asshole.”
Saraharahanti: “You are!”

BALSBALALABABLBLBLALA bla bla bla

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So the season’s over and we’ve got a truckload of metaphors for how Whitney [the character] feels about Sara [the character] — there’s intense “chemistry,” she’s “addicted” to Sara and Sara is a “big bag of heroin,” Saritney have “magnetism”— but nobody ever got a Get out of Rehab Free Card for saying “I can’t stay away from heroin, so it’s probably meant to be.” And, when an addict is explaining their addiction, they usually mention “the high.” What’s the high, Whitney? Is it just sex? ‘Cause you have “intense chemistry” with every brown-haired tattooed tanned white girl on the West Coast, so that’s not something only Sara can provide.

“I can’t deny the chemistry with Romi.” – Whitney

“Every time [Jaq and I] see each other there’s definite chemistry.” – Whitney

“I would love to hook up with Whit because we have really amazing chemistry.” – Rachel

Ultimately the emptiness of this final scene circles back to my primary complaint with this show, and maybe with all reality teevee shows. Who ARE these people really? Why have the most interesting aspects of their personalities and relationships been extracted from the show? (Although it does make cast interviews more interesting.)

Whitney’s journey stayed almost exactly the same as it was last season, swapping out Tor and Romi for Jaq and Rachel.

tell me about it

Do Sara and Whitney make each other laugh? Does Whitney bring Sara her coffee in bed and does Sara know that when she said two sugars actually she meant three? Has Sara ever left Whitney a surprise cute note in her bag? How do they do on long drives, long flights, long weekends? Does Whitney pump the gas and take Sara to the dentist? What are their private jokes?

The thing this show failed to do AGAIN is fill the vacuous holes of these riotous relationships with actual meaning or connection — I’ve still got no clue what Romi and Kelsey had in common besides tequila or what Francine and Claire ever saw in each other besides the abstractions chocked into their frankenbitten interviews about love/connection/chemistry.

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The only genuine chemistry we saw on screen was between Cori & Kacy — and they’re also the only ones who never TOLD us they had chemistry, magnetism, or one of the other causes of lovesickness transmittable by toilet seat in the West Hollywood metro area. They showed us, just like my creative writing teacher told me to.

ain't that the truth

When Dana left Alice, I cried. When Tina left Bette I cried, when Cherrie Jaffe left Shane I cried. I cried when “Lonely Lonely” played while Bette and Jenny stared sadly out their windows, I cried when Jenny told Shane “it’s you, it’s always been you,” I cried when Shane left Carmen and every time Carmen cried, I also cried. Even at the end of one of the worst television episodes of all time, I managed to cry for Tasha coming back to Alice. Because we knew these people — not all of them, of course, which’s why less-developed characters like Helena, Max and Jodi didn’t make my list. As a viewer, we literally enjoyed seeing Dana with Alice, we found it entertaining. I don’t think anyone could say the same for any of this season’s matchups, save Cori & Kacy.

When I had lunch with Nikki & Jill a few months back, one of the things that struck me right away was their compatibility — they have this really mature way of agreeing to disagree and giving the other person space to be themselves. Like we knew they were happy together, and loved each other and had shared interests, but we didn’t know that they actually go above and beyond all those things in actual life. They have chemistry, is what I’m saying, but all we saw on the show was exaggerations, disagreements and distance, most of it manufactured in the editing room.

But maybe I’m expecting too much, wanting all this flesh and bone underneath the archetypes and one-liners and repetitive storylines. Maybe this is just what reality television is and that thing is not my thing. What about you? Was it your thing?
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However.

Ultimately these girls are one very important thing and that thing is, more or less, happy.

They love themselves (to a fault, some might argue) and they’re cool with being who they are, even when that person is chopped up into pieces, processed through an editing machine and then ruthlessly devoured by various internet writers. Even that’s okay with them. That’s just how much they love themselves. And I’ll be damned if there isn’t at least one Deb in Idaho who could learn a little bit from this show. About self-acceptance. You know what I mean. It’s okay to be gay, it’s okay to be yourself, it’s okay to stand up in front of the world and be exactly precisely who you are. These girls are doing it. You can do it.

For a lot of people out there — maybe even you, dear reader — these people remind you of yourself, only more comfortable about their sexuality/personalities and probably more traditionally ‘good-looking’. So this is just you on blast!.

I bet you’re wondering — how can I repay Riese for sitting through all these things three times just to make me laugh and smile and feel good about being a lesbian in America in 2011?

Well, if you’ve enjoyed these recaps, feel free to throw some change in the jar!

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So, to summarize:

When you cancel Showtime tomorrow, don’t forget to tell ’em why you’re mad.