The first season of The Real L Word hasn’t even aired yet, and there is already talk of a second season. Of course, the second season is contingent upon the first season not being a complete and utter failure, but let’s face it &mdash pickins’ are slim, and no matter how much we moan and groan, we will be flocking to this show like coyotes to carrion.
I’m not the betting type, but since lesbians don’t have any other option to see a cast comprised entirely of lesbians on television — and judging from the longevity of The L Word and every mediocre reality show in existence, the odds are already in favor of a second season. Yesterday The New York Times ran a piece on The Real L Word in which Ilene Chaiken revealed the next city on her Real L Word hit list: Brooklyn, NY.
Upon hearing the news, NYC locals were less than amused. After all, The Big Apple is the city that invented snark.
But let me buck local tradition and risk public ridicule by saying that, if Brooklyn is indeed the next stop in The Real L Word franchise, Ilene is finally on the right track. Brooklyn, NY is quite possibly home to the most diverse and vibrant lesbian community in the country. As I mentioned in my first New York City Scene column:
Further forays into the Brooklyn scene uncovered a spirited artsy queer community in Williamsburg and its neighbor to the east, Bushwick.
Although there is a clear divide between the Williamsburg/Bushwick and the Park Slope lesbian communities, Park Slope can be divided into even smaller microcosms: the moneyed lesbians who live near Prospect park who push tank-sized baby strollers down the street, the baby dykes who move into the area on 4th and 5th Avenues upon graduating from their expensive private colleges with their liberal arts degrees, and the granola types and vegans who frequent the tightly-run Food Coop.
Furthermore, although Manhattan is home to gorgeous TV-ready lesbians, Brooklyn lesbians are just as TV-ready except with more flavor. Since I am a Libra and therefore as shallow as a puddle, I fully endorse the collective hotness of Brooklyn lesbians. If the Manhattan scene were an Abercrombie and Fitch ad, the Brooklyn scene would be the love child of a Benetton and American Apparel ad.
Actual Brooklyn lesbians Staceyann Chin, Daniela Sea, Bitch, Kiyomi McCloskey
But wait, Grace, you say. You’ve done nothing but complain about covering the Brooklyn scene. Why the sudden love? The answer is simple: I live in Queens, and it is incredibly burdensome to travel to Brooklyn without a car, especially late at night when there is a better chance of winning back your money at an Atlantic City slot machine than it is to catch a subway within 20 minutes. The complaints reflect nothing but my personal gripes about inter-Borough travel.
When it comes down to it, Brooklyn is where it’s at. Sorry, Manhattan — maybe you’ll get your chance in Season 3.