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The L Word: recaps: Episode 2.01 "Life, Loss, Leaving" (page 4)
by Scribe Grrrl

Kit and Ivan Shane and Carmen  
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A garage — Hey, it's Ivan! and Kit! And they're talking about cars, or at least Ivan is.

Kit: "Ivan, you are speaking a foreign language to me... and you know what that does to a girl."

Then they talk about Marina's suicide attempt — which, in this retelling, took the form of driving into a wall in the hotel parking garage, which Ivan thinks is rather unimpressive. Then Ivan gives Kit a present: keys. One is to Ivan's apartment, because he lives only a couple of blocks from The Planet, should Kit need a break during her workday. Kit's talking about banks and meetings and Marina's family: sounds like she's making a purchase, doesn't it? When she mentions Marina's family, she says "Her mom is some kind of damn contessa." And nobody can say "damn contessa" the way Kit can. Ivan sums it up nicely: "She may be a contessa, but as far as I'm concerned, Kit, you're a queen. Don't you forget it." Swoon!

So Kit takes the key, and then asks what the other key on the ring is for. Ivan goes to the window and points to a car below — it's Kit's. Ivan has restored it to celebrate Kit getting her license back. Kit is very moved and starts to move in for a kiss, but Ivan says no, because Kit's not sure. Have I mentioned that I think Ivan rocks?

Kit does a little diva-like pose against the car. Have I mentioned that I think Kit rocks?

Movin' out — Tim is loading the moving van. He's moving to Ohio. He suggests that Jenny stay in the house until she can find an apartment. She starts babbling about a writing class, and Tim sorta pretends to listen, but not really, and then he just walks on by.

Not this again — Jenny's reading her writing again. There are words on the screen, or at least on her laptop screen, which is bad enough, and there's a voiceover. One of my friends who's watching with me points out that Jenny appears to be wearing a baton twirler's outfit. Yes, it's complete: the ponytail, the sequined vest, and the self-delusion. And we get some weird little fantasy/storytelling scene that makes me want to put a baton through my skull.

An awkward goodbye — Tim finds Bette by the pool to say goodbye. Bette's drowning her sorrows and not really listening, but finally gets the message and chats with him a little. Bette tells Tim that Marina tried to kill herself — by "trying to drive her car off the PCH or something." I'm beginning to think Marina has nine lives.

Tim says "you never expect your life to throw you so totally off plan." Bette kinda gets that.

Nice wallpaper — Jenny opens her mail: she's got a rejection letter. She adds it to what is apparently a wall of rejection letters. It's one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen!

Shane does hair and more — Shane meets Arianna Huffington, who proceeds to say several odd things like "So, you're gay" and "dykes are the new fags" and "what about love?" Shane pretends not to care about that, but then someone very interesting shows up — Carmen, one of the new characters — the one with a smile that's almost as hot as Shane's glasses. And because Shane is wearing those glasses this very minute, Carmen's a goner. She kind of melts when Shane says "I'm Shane." Is it the voice or the glasses? Either way, Arianna noticed the chemistry, so when she sees Carmen go by later, she sends Shane after her.

It turns out Carmen is a D.J. and a P.A. and also an S.T. (sexy thang). She doesn't let Shane get away; she invites her to listen to something in the mixing studio or whatever convenient space that is. She talks about the kind of stuff she wants to do with her career.

Shane: "I like a girl with ambition."
Carmen: (laughing) "Fuck you."
Shane: "Okay. If you want."

And she does. So they do. Carmen has sexy tattoos and I don't like Shane's hair.

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