WordPress tells me that I have readers in the USA, the UK, Pakistan, Germany, the Philippines, and Puerto Rico. Welcome, everyone! Now to business. I would like to draw upon your collective creativity and knowledge to help me solve a most urgent problem. *drum roll* How can I watch The L Word without being subjected to the outrageous shenanigans of Jenny Schecter? She starts off okay, but by halfway through the series, she needs to go. By the final season, she’s unbearable. As Diane Schipley wrote in The Guardian in 2009, “the death of whiny egomaniac Jenny was
probably long overdue.” (That does not need a spoiler warning–season six premiered three and a half years ago.) Suggestions?
My solution? Bypass The L Word all together and instead watch Noah’s Arc. So many gay men. So much awkward flirting. Let’s see how long I can stick with that. It’s dramatic and entertaining, but the patronizing macho power plays really put me off.
On to the good things in my life:
1. I actually made breakfast. Real “I’m home now and have access to a fully stocked kitchen and super fabulous professional stove” breakfast. The house was filled with the sugary scents of cinnamon rosemary artisan French toast, stewed bananas on the side, all sprinkled with crushed pecans and drizzled with maple syrup. Last night I had pennette with homemade pesto (my mom grows basil). There’s also been an exponential increase in the amount of homemade guac and chips since I returned home. I’ve missed cooking…
2. My mom (of her own accord) bought the new Allison Bechdel book: Are You My Mother? I promptly
stole borrowed it.
3. This. All of this. Who’s in Chicago? Hit me up. We’re gonna find out who these people are (already got one of them), where they are, and when we can party it up with them. Let’s go drink champagne and get you laid.