“Faking It” recap (2.4): Vitamin D(rama)

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Welp, this episode of Faking It didn’t make me feel wildly offended, so that’s something, I guess. The main things it did make me feel were 1.) curious about the cute queer caterer, 2.) happy to see Laverne Cox and 3.) irritated that I was forced to empathize with Liam.

This week, Karma and Amy split up for most of the episode to have their own adventures. Karma is excited that a new spot has opened up in the drama club, Hester’s most elite institution. I’m actually really happy to see a depiction of theatre kids as something other than bottom-of-the-barrel losers who think all their desperation can be masked with a loud enough rendition of “On My Own.” Because in my high school, the Pioneer Playmakers were the fucking shit, and my one and only moment of coolness was earning a spot with them my senior year. So I totally get why Karma wants to replace her faux-lesbian fame with another sort that requires a bit more in the way of talent. The audition process is cutthroat, but Amy is sure that Karma has more talent in her pinky finger than most girls have in their first two.

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Her pep talk is interrupted by Shane, who is vying for the coveted drama club spot as well, but is more concerned with the kind of drama that gay people need the same way straight people need Vitamin D. The “drama, drama, drama” kind. After shooing Karma away, Shane confronts Amy about her tryst with Liam, like, “SO WAIT DID YOU ENJOY IT DO YOU LIKE BOYS NOW ARE YOU GAY ARE YOU STRAIGHT ARE YOU BI?”

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Amy sidesteps all the questions about her sexuality and just says that bonking Liam was a mistake because of what he means to Karma. But boy, do I get the labeling frenzy Shane (and Shane as a stand-in for fandom) are experiencing. When I found the label of “gay” I was ecstatic, because it gave me a way of identifying myself away from the label of “straight,” which had itched and chafed like a too-tight wool sweater. I liked the label so much that sometimes even now I will stand in front of a mirror and say “Elaine Atwell, you are one gay son of a bitch.” And then my girlfriend will make fun of me from the next room because she doesn’t really do the whole label thing, herself. She doesn’t see the point and as long as she continues to kiss me and tell me I look cute in a necktie, that is fine with me. She also grew up in the Pacific Northwest, where her sexuality was never an issue in the way that mine was growing up in the South. And it’s certainly not the same for Amy, who, as a 15 year-old, has grown up in a different world than either of us.

My label is so important to me, partly because it was so desperately hard won, and I had to try on so many labels that didn’t fit before I found it. So while I understand the relentless human urge to categorize things and people, I would never take anyone’s journey to finding their label (or lack thereof) away from them. (The fact that on television we only see this journey as undertaken by women, whereas male sexuality is unfairly treated as static, is a gross disservice to all people and I won’t shut up about it until I see more bisexual men and more out-and-out lesbian women.)

Whew, moving on.

Shane warns Amy that Liam is about to try and relieve his conscience by confessing to Karma and Amy vows to track down Liam and either change his mind or kill him, looking the whole time like the love child of the Terminator and a corgi.

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