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The L Word
recap: Labia Majora (season 3, episode 1,
season premiere).
(Original airdate: 8 January 2006)
THIS
WEEK'S L WORD VOCABULARY:
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Burnt curtains, wiff-waff, etc.:
The female genitalia. And there's plenty more where
that came from. So to speak.
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Beauty: The antithesis of "baby-proof."
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Unbelievable: Leisha Hailey's ability
to turn something really wrong into something kinda
funny.
THIS
WEEK'S GUEST-BIANS: Kate Clinton sees through
the über couple; Margot Kidder is Jenny's not-so-super
mom; Cynthia Stevenson is the supreme bitch; Lauren
Lee Smith cooks.
Previously
on The L Word — Was this perhaps thrown
together at the last minute? Or is there some other
reason it's so choppy and weird? Oh, wait, I know
why: because the last two seasons were choppy and
weird.
A
swingin' encounter group — We're in
Palo Alto in 1973, and a bunch of liberated chicks
are straddling hand mirrors. I like the '70s lighting,
truly. And I get that the zoom thing is also meant
to evoke '70s films, but must it be so incessant?
The music, however ("It Ain't the Meat, It's
the Motion") is fab.
Each
woman is reacting to the sight of her own vulva: the
assessments range from "It's beautiful"
to "Doll, it looks like burnt curtains."
Har har. They continue to chat, and for some reason
it's a big event when someone passes the granola and
almost spills it, but I'm not quite sure why that's
supposed to be funny. Don't you dare get any granola
near my burnt curtains! What?
One
woman says that if it weren't for this group, she'd
still believe in the myth of the vaginal orgasm: "Thank
you Sigmund Freud, you sexist pig." Yes, he was
probably that. But as a lot of us know, Anne
Koedt didn't get it entirely right either, especially
when she said that the vagina is not even very "erotic,"
let alone orgasmic. I mean, hello: wrong. Anyway,
it doesn't really matter where you aim from as long
as you hit your target, no? Oh, shut up and pass the
granola.
Another
woman in the encounter group is rather overwhelmed:
"I didn't know... Chet, he's just so fast.. and
clumsy. I had no idea about the... um..." Ah,
but someone else has an idea: that rather determined
woman sitting next to you. Overwhelmed Girl excuses
herself, and is soon followed by her friend, who just
wants to tell her that she has a right to be sexually
fulfilled. Tell her and, um, show her. I should be
laughing at how soapy and pulpy and rather Ann
Bannon it is, but it's actually a little bit hot.
This
is the way that we are forced to live —
The new butch is in the montage. Nice suspenders.
Some guy is there too. There are also two new producer
credits, unless of course I was just too busy seizing
to the theme song last season to read what was on
the screen. Elizabeth Ziff and A.M. Homes. I am thrilled
about one of them.
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