May your Jenny Schecters be few and confined to season one; may they never be allowed within a thousand romantic feet of your Shane McCutcheons.
May your theme song be brief and unmemorable. May it sound nothing like this.
May your episode titles not all have the same series-title-influenced gimmick.
May your use of a blue filter be judicious and restrained and not confined only to bathhouse scenes.
May your Dana live to a ripe and a happy old age.
May what happened to Max never happen to any of your trans characters. Max deserved better. *strikes fist on imaginary coffin, sobs into a kneeling position* Max deserved better.
If you find a Peggy Peabody — and I hope that you do — maximize her screen time to the fullest extent of the law.
May your bears be many, and as bearlike as possible.
Treat your Kit with the respect and the storylines that she deserves. Do not give her Manny.
Learn from the errors of Papi. Learn from them, and do not make them again.
May your Alice have more Tashas than Phyllises. May all of your “lover Dawns” be as campy as camp can. May all of your bathrooms be used for heartfelt emotional confessions and secret hookups. These things and more we wish for you.
Sincerely,
Lesbians
Tags: be careful out there, gay series, hbo, lesbian mistakes, looking, the l word
May your season contain at least one episode featuring pot brownies mixed with a full cast scene, as this is God’s will being done on Earth.
Right on!
WOMEN who LONG love lust. WOMEN who GIVE. THIS is the way. It’s the WAY that we LIVE!
noooooo
and LOOOOOOVE
I feel like this is the place to remark upon the time I feel asleep during a production of Madame Butterfly, and dreamed that it was being performed by the characters (not the actors) of the L Word, who were not made less annoying by the change in plot/character.
Also I really feel like Alice didn’t deserve Tasha, not by a long shot. TASHA YOU COULD DO SO MUCH BETTER CALL ME.
For some reason the word “Benediction” in the title made me think this was about Bumbershoot Captaincrunch . Shame on you for getting my hopes up.
remember, looking: the less you seek your source, the closer you’ll be to fIIIIiiiiiiine (yeah). the closer you’ll be to fiIIIIIIIIIIIIIiiiiine, yeah.
You’ll go to the doctor, you’ll go to the mountain, you’ll look to the children, you’ll drink from the fountains
AMEN.
Is the theme song meant to sound like a terrible cover version of “My Favorite Things” or is this just another thing–like my unawareness of Shanes–that is a sign of my deficient knowledge of the world?
I can’t be the only one who hears that melody in there.
Well, I certainly didn’t until just now, and it’s completely freaking me out. I liked the innocuous blooping noises in Season One. The first time I saw an episode with the theme song I actually thought there was something wrong with my DVD player. I had to start putting my fingers in my ears and singing over it with vulgar gerunds just to cope.
i am 100% with you on this and i’m so glad i’m not the only one who is haunted by a terrible childhood-l word-really bad sounds hybrid that should never have existed ever ever.
that said, lesbian 60’s julie andrews? hit me up
I always thought it was on purpose, and now I’m not sure which would be worse: if it accidentally ended up like that or if someone thought it was a good idea.
RIP Dana 🙁
“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine” *sobs and wails*
True story: I went to the store with my fiance at the time and my best friend sometime after the 3rd season ended and they were SELLING THOSE GODFORSAKEN FLOWERS. Of course, I didn’t know so I pushed the button to hear the song and the next thing my friend knew she was watching two lesbians drown in feels in front of a singing flower. …yeah, she had no idea wtf was happening.
memories of jenny and shane make me seethe with rage, even though I haven’t seen the show in years. never has a romance in TV history made me so viscerally angry. ANGRY.
and MOLLY. MOLLY!!! sksaldfja;kslfjasdf
(do you see what this show does to me)
Jenny was the worst. What did Shane see in her? Perhaps there’s a lesson here insofar everyone on the planet earth has made questionable choices regarding life/sex partners at some moment in his/ her life. At least, that is what I told myself whenever I saw those two together on the small screen.
THIS IS BEAUTIFUL AND ALSO MAKES ME REALLY CRINGE-Y!
May you tie up all your storylines at the final episode and not inflict pointless webisodes upon your viewers that also heap extra (bonus!) ignominy on beloved characters and make viewers wonder where they can find a flammable pitchfork and whether it is possible to send same via express mail, pre-lit, for expression of last-straw exasperation and horror.
Damn, that felt good. FU Chaiken!
May you tie up all your storylines at the final episode and not inflict pointless webisodes upon your viewers that also heap extra (bonus!) ignominy on beloved characters and make viewers wonder where they can find a flammable pitchfork and whether it is possible to send same via express mail, pre-lit, for expression of last-straw exasperation and horror.
Damn, that felt good. FU Chaiken!
May your characters have anything in the fridge besides Dos Equis and may their smoking habits be consistent. May your Bette’s suits be finely pressed and glow softly like the moon. May your Shane not leave your Carmen for at least a few more episodes, please please please.
Well that was a curiously bland and totally uninteresting 30 minutes. As far as I could tell the central conflict was ” can an attractive white make with a good job hold a conversation?” and that MUNI bus conversation was straight out of meet cute tropeland
I have really high hopes for this show because of Andrew Haigh’s involvement. Haigh directed my favorite movie of 2011, Weekend. I fucking love this movie. There was a good solid three months where I was just telling everyone I knew to watch it on Netflix. It’s above all a film about intimacy, and how that ties into differences between an individual’s public and private personae, but it does so without sacrificing queerness. Sometimes I’ll hear people talk about waiting for the lesbian Brokeback; I tell people I’m waiting for the lesbian Weekend.
I’m a couple of days late so no one’s going to see this comment, but if you do: please, please watch Weekend.
Mallory, can you please, please, PLEASE make about post somehow based around Jenny Schecter’s godawful “stories?” Like the girl who’s mute from birth who can communicate only with manatees?