In spite of my admitted fatigue with its now familiar merry-go-round of romance, there is still no show that twists my mind and heart quite as much as Faking It. In a way that’s a compliment; it’s quite an achievement if I can laugh, be outraged, swoon, and roll my eyes, all in the course of a 20-minute episode.
This week, the laughs (predictably) come from Lauren, the eye-rolls are reserved for Noah (it’s so nice that we’re at a place with trans representation where I don’t feel like I have to like every single character out of a sense of solidarity), and the outrage I reserve for myself, for being dumb enough to still hold my breath every time Amy and Karma are within kissing distance. And as for the swooning? Sorry, but Sabrina just isn’t doing it for me.
Speaking of Sabrina, it runs out that Karma and Amy both know her from their summer at Camp Chickie Wah Wah for Queer and Questioning Girls.
YOU’RE RIGHT! ROPE PLAY IS A FUN WAY TO FEEL VULNERABLE YET SAFE!
I think most girls belong to a three-strong group of friends at some point during their middle school years. I myself was a member of “The Three Musketeers” and “The Triumvirate,” right up until my debilitating crush on my BFF made me a social untouchable on par with Becky with the good hair (but minus the good hair, obviously.)
I LOOKED LIKE THAT EXCEPT FOR FROWNING AND REFUSING TO PARTICIPATE IN ANY GAME IT WAS NOT POSSIBLE TO WIN.
While Amy remembers her summers at camp with nothing but fondness, Karma recalls only her bitter and intense rivalry with Sabrina for Amy’s attention. One or the other of them always seem to be on the outside, and Karma strongly suspects it was Katrina who got her in trouble for sneaking into their bunk in the dead of night. In short, unbeknownst to Amy, her two dearest friends hate each other with a pure and ardent devotion. And while “girl fights” is a TV trope I am very much over, “girls fighting for the affection of a mutual female friend” is a rich and untapped source of drama. Teenage girls, in particular, frequently hate each other with the same passion as they love each other, and it is one of the few high-flung, romantic emotions available to us in this faded age.
SHE’S LIKE THE BURR TO YOUR HAMILTON!
THEN WHAT DOES THAT MAKE AMY?