Happy Hump Day and welcome back to Faking It, where we’re going two-for-two on unsatisfying lady kisses so far this season. When last we left the gang, Liam was celebrating his newfound Jewish heritage (NO ONE TELL HIM IT’S MATRILINEAL), Lauren was being very mysterious about the departure of her ex-friend Lisbeth, and Karma and Amy still hadn’t patched things up from their summer apart. Amy claimed to have evolved out of her feelings for Karma, a claim somewhat undermined by her continued obsession with her. And Karma insisted that she was EVEN MORE FINE than Amy, and proved it by letting a 20-year-old weed dealer tattoo an anchor on her neck.
Although this episode has a lot of flashy background noise—the white party-cum-bar mitzvah—it keeps its focus squarely on Karmy. Which is a bold move, since this is now the second episode in a row where the plot hasn’t advanced much further than two teenage girls and their mutual refusal to make up. A lot of shows would get antsy hanging out in that territory, but it actually works here. Because what is more murky, more fraught with tension and passion and history, than the quasi-romantic relationships between high school girls? And even though we’ve seen them fight and break up and hold each other’s friendship necklaces over prison toilets before, these are the first episodes that make us wonder what (other than shared history and a choreographed dance to Paula Abdul) is keeping them together? (Their sexual attraction and romantic destiny, obviously, but they don’t know that yet.)
Okay, so remember Zita from last season? (Or is it Zia? Ziti? Invader Zim? Not sure.) The one with the attitude and the comedic drug problem who spent the summer helping Liam find his dad and work on his American accent? Well, she’s still around and trying to make it work with Liam, even though the school year is starting and she knows he’s going to be exposed to the irresistible pheromonal draw of Karma Ashcroft. Liam assures her that he’ll be too busy studying the Torah to even think about Karma, or Zita for that matter.
FIRST KARMA, NOW TORAH? WHAT IS UP WITH GIRLS’ NAMES LATELY?
Now, as sad as I am about Lisbeth’s absence, I am THRILLED to announce the return of Principal Penelope, who is returning to duty armed with a new sense of social justice and, apparently, some high-grade speed.
VEGAN ANATOMY LABS, SELF-GRADED TESTING, A “THERE IN SPIRIT” ATTENDANCE POLICY!!!!
I fucking love you, Penny. Never leave me again. Also, the class bell has been replaced by a gong, which is the single funniest gag in the show’s history.
“IF YOU’VE GOT IT, FLAUNT IT!” OUR NEW CAMPAIGN TO END HERPES STIGMA.