<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025</id><updated>2011-10-02T06:10:38.425-04:00</updated><title type='text'>After Portia</title><subtitle type='html'>AfterPortia is not exactly the anti-AfterEllen, but rather an alternative for those gay ladies out there who identify more with the Portias of the world.  Warning, if you are offended by the words dyke, gaylord, butchie, lezzy, dyzzy, dyko, lesbo used in derotatory manners, this is not the place for you.  I ask you:  if we can't laugh about ourselves, what can we laugh about?  Think about it, dyke.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-7956205121243140523</id><published>2009-02-06T11:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T11:12:18.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RESULTS ARE IN FOR S.6, E.2</title><content type='html'>You guys are so crazy with your amazing theories. Thanks again for sending them in, here are my favorites from Episode 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question 1: How come Bette can't recognize her college roommate who she once wanted to fuck?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Bette loves to fuck ladies and that fucks with her memory and actually blacks out friends and lovers. It's a mental illness. I suffer from it too. - Sammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;V. curious Sammy. I think I've heard of this "fucks-a-lot-syndrome", I hope I'm never afflicted by it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 2: Seriously, I meant it, Why is Tom with Max? Some insight is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;appreciated. Doesn't he miss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;cocko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It's actually a misconception that Tom was ever gay. He's always been straight, he's just incredibly metro-sexual and comfortable with bromances. - Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I think we need to go back a few seasons and do some due diligence. I'm thinking maybe Moira is just super tight, like a butt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 3: What ever happened to Dusty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Betty ate her - Alexa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;You're a genius. Totally agreed. Betty is going to eat everyone on the show I'm sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-7956205121243140523?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/7956205121243140523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=7956205121243140523&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/7956205121243140523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/7956205121243140523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2009/02/results-are-in-for-s6-e2.html' title='RESULTS ARE IN FOR S.6, E.2'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-5585584248808171132</id><published>2009-02-03T09:12:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T09:39:02.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The L-Word: Least Likely (S.6 E.2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SYhRvPrGOgI/AAAAAAAAAos/dqM_N3pWJSw/s1600-h/TLW602_010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 177px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SYhRvPrGOgI/AAAAAAAAAos/dqM_N3pWJSw/s320/TLW602_010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298574833704385026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm such an angry dyke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NICKY'S SAD AND GONNA KILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, Kate French is possibly the worst actress in the world. But, I&lt;br /&gt;love this crazy long shot of her going nuts and all her friends&lt;br /&gt;pampering her. Highlights definitely included when they googled&lt;br /&gt;"Show-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mance&lt;/span&gt;" and then when Nicky threatened her friend and took her&lt;br /&gt;out of her "top 5", quite hilarious. Thank you &lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;Word&lt;/span&gt; for becoming a&lt;br /&gt;short T-Mobile &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;commercial&lt;/span&gt;, I hope you got paid for that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chaiken&lt;/span&gt;-bacon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part ever though, Nicky looking off camera, and screaming at no&lt;br /&gt;one in particular that Jenny "is a user." Fucking amazing. Ending with&lt;br /&gt;"You are dead meat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Schecter&lt;/span&gt;. Dead." Truer words were never spoken.&lt;br /&gt;(Cause Jenny's dead.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;KELENA&lt;/span&gt; OR FRUMPS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are these two frumps hanging out with this drag queen? Oh, its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kelena&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kit, I have just a quick question for you, why would you say "we've&lt;br /&gt;both sworn off men" about yourself and a LESBIAN? That is quite&lt;br /&gt;literally one of the dumbest things that has ever come out of Kit's&lt;br /&gt;mouth and Kit has said some pretty dumb things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WAFFLES FOR  JENNY'S LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question, did Shane arrive at the Planet early after being drunk all&lt;br /&gt;night and cook up some waffles or did she bring them from home? Either&lt;br /&gt;way, pretty weird, no? Truly enjoyed their middle-school exchange of,&lt;br /&gt;"Alice, can you tell Shane that I don't want her waffles?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh. I have a bad feeling our hot little friend Tina is going to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Piguman&lt;/span&gt; on us again. She is craving those damn waffles. This is not&lt;br /&gt;good. She better be careful or she gonna get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;BIIIIG&lt;/span&gt; again and I'm&lt;br /&gt;gonna fall out of love with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda love that even this show is acknowledging the two idiot groups&lt;br /&gt;of friends as the "Martyrs" and the "Cheaters".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How DARE ALICE for writing a TREATMENT! Doesn't she know that JENNY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;SCHECHTER&lt;/span&gt; is the writer in this gay group? DAMN YOU TO HELL ALICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Schecter&lt;/span&gt; couldn't hate her more. Which is delightful. Good old Jenny,&lt;br /&gt;hating her friends. She looks like death in this scene. Oh, that's&lt;br /&gt;because she's dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;piguman&lt;/span&gt; reared her ugly head again to Alice and Tasha. Why would&lt;br /&gt;you mention to a couple the fact that they are going to therapy? That&lt;br /&gt;is totally fucking weird. I would kills myself and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lova&lt;/span&gt;. I think&lt;br /&gt;Tasha should have told off Tina, not Alice, after that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You look a million dollars" Helena To Rose Rollins, she's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, Bette and Tina, a new baby? Really? Only good thing about them&lt;br /&gt;having a baby; gives Jenny the chance to be a total CUNT to her&lt;br /&gt;"friends" again and again. Jenny really is such a jerk to her friends,&lt;br /&gt;its just bizarre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WEIRDNESS ALERT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do Max and Tom just weirdly saunter by Jenny's house when Shane is&lt;br /&gt;installing flower pots? It makes no sense, have you been to LA? People&lt;br /&gt;don't just fucking walk around. That's not what happens there, they&lt;br /&gt;drive. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Btw&lt;/span&gt;, this scene was another excellent example of Jenny being a&lt;br /&gt;CUNT to her friends, not asking Max anything but "can you fix my&lt;br /&gt;computer." I wish she was dead. Oh, just remembered, she is. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Yaay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;LEZ&lt;/span&gt; BORING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie drama is driving me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;lez&lt;/span&gt; crazy. When is Tina going to get&lt;br /&gt;fired? Soon, right? She is begin' for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best line of this scene, "Get on board, Tina, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Train's&lt;/span&gt; not going to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Lezzy&lt;/span&gt; town."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ART OBJECTS ARE BRILLIANT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bette Porter is a work of art, you are too right, Jodi. Too too right.&lt;br /&gt;I can already see the Jodi / Bette rumble. Who's going to get fired?&lt;br /&gt;Bette, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely adore the old guy who asks Jodi in front of Bette, "Can I&lt;br /&gt;ask how she responded to your work?" ... Um, old guy, Bette isn't&lt;br /&gt;deaf, Jodi is. You're speaking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;out loud&lt;/span&gt; to the deaf one in front of the&lt;br /&gt;hearing one. You are very stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SICKNESS ALERT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SYhS8hNp2II/AAAAAAAAApM/RSCb0HeeG_w/s1600-h/TLW602_138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 177px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SYhS8hNp2II/AAAAAAAAApM/RSCb0HeeG_w/s320/TLW602_138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298576161262655618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Ack&lt;/span&gt;. Naked man alert. Oh wait a second. That is an older woman. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Yack&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Joyce, cover your junk!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. That is disgusting. The worst. But I believe it, Joyce &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Wyshnia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; has JUNK down there. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Yack&lt;/span&gt;. This scene is so out of date,&lt;br /&gt;Prop 8 passed fellas, you can't get married no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my girlfriend proposes to me by stripping naked and saying, "This&lt;br /&gt;is all I have to offer you," she better either be smoking hot or&lt;br /&gt;insane, cause that's just stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HOT DAMN LADY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;RETARDNESS&lt;/span&gt; ALERT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SYhS8RLbNDI/AAAAAAAAApE/7-dyGRNJMe0/s1600-h/TLW602_110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 177px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SYhS8RLbNDI/AAAAAAAAApE/7-dyGRNJMe0/s320/TLW602_110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298576156958340146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Pregnancy does not compute"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Max, I'm afraid there's a problem ... You're pregnant."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;CHAIKEN&lt;/span&gt;-BACON, what the fuck are you doing? Really, you're stealing&lt;br /&gt;from the fucking headlines and making MAX a pregnant man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you and tom had vaginal sex, i know you might not call it that."&lt;br /&gt;Um, does anyone call it that? Have you ever heard a hetero couple say,&lt;br /&gt;"hey let's have vaginal sex tonight!" ... nope. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Stupidest&lt;/span&gt; thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;It does make me wonder what they call it, anus sex with a lips and a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;clit&lt;/span&gt; on top?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No surprise here, Max is a mother fucking animal at the doctors. He&lt;br /&gt;has always been a psycho but ever since he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;started&lt;/span&gt; taking those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;roids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just been the fucking worst time ever. This is where I'm really&lt;br /&gt;stumped, if I was in Max's situation I would say to the doctor who&lt;br /&gt;just told me I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;preggers&lt;/span&gt;, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I need to get an abortion, can you&lt;br /&gt;help?" But no, Max doesn't have his doctor set this up, instead he&lt;br /&gt;just calls like planned parenthood blindly. Don't you think having a&lt;br /&gt;referral through your OWN doctor would have made this a lot SMOOTHER&lt;br /&gt;and more discrete? Please let Oprah come knocking on Max's door. Or&lt;br /&gt;perhaps the old crows from "The Look."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SYhS8iWU-3I/AAAAAAAAApc/t7usAUYzj8E/s1600-h/TLW602_206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 177px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SYhS8iWU-3I/AAAAAAAAApc/t7usAUYzj8E/s320/TLW602_206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298576161567472498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is this a hate crime? It's so hard to tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max has pissed me off to no end in this episode. Did he really have to&lt;br /&gt;call Tom a faggot 100 times and kick him in the mother fucking balls?&lt;br /&gt;Uncalled for. Also shave your ugly beard. Oh wait, instead, go play&lt;br /&gt;machine gun video games like a REAL MAN. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Brava&lt;/span&gt;. You did. And you broke&lt;br /&gt;your phone. You're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; tough, Max. And yes, I did mean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Brava&lt;/span&gt; not&lt;br /&gt;Bravo cause you're pregnant. Fag dads. Tom is being sweet, why the&lt;br /&gt;fuck does he like Moira/Max?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SYhS88ExpxI/AAAAAAAAApk/VZQyn6m9Twc/s1600-h/TLW602_289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 177px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SYhS88ExpxI/AAAAAAAAApk/VZQyn6m9Twc/s320/TLW602_289.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298576168473175826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Men play video games when they're mad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TUNE UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, man, this tune up is such a great interlude. Alice is being just&lt;br /&gt;too hilarious, saying everything that Tasha resents. Imagine if you&lt;br /&gt;had the balls to say all the stuff you thought your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;resented about you to her, that would be fucking wild, right? Probably&lt;br /&gt;a fun exercise that would involve a lot of crying actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SYhS8r1t5_I/AAAAAAAAApU/7iuHYx7roaU/s1600-h/TLW602_185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 177px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SYhS8r1t5_I/AAAAAAAAApU/7iuHYx7roaU/s320/TLW602_185.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298576164115048434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Be cuter. Now, break up. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Yaay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute at the end of the session when they were like getting all&lt;br /&gt;pumped up and promising each other things. And then, that doctor&lt;br /&gt;fucking told them off . What the fuck kind of therapist tells a couple&lt;br /&gt;they are not right for each other after the first session? A bad one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even cuter when they just fucked in the mini cooper afterward. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Soooo&lt;/span&gt; cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still cuter, their dumb ass pro and con list. "Why con gotta be&lt;br /&gt;black?" Hilarious Tasha, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;merci&lt;/span&gt; for that. Only to be topped by, "Red&lt;br /&gt;represents the devil." They are awfully cute though, with the points&lt;br /&gt;and whatnot, come on, they want to be together so bad, but they're so&lt;br /&gt;terrible together. Cute, cute, cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LESBIAN &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;TRIFECTA&lt;/span&gt; IS ALMOST COMPLETE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SYhUGhzwciI/AAAAAAAAAqE/S0j-5MkD-RI/s1600-h/TLW602_237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 177px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SYhUGhzwciI/AAAAAAAAAqE/S0j-5MkD-RI/s320/TLW602_237.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298577432732791330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I'm so .. I'm so ... I'm so SCARED."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to J.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Beals&lt;/span&gt; getting her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt;, Elizabeth Berkley on the &lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;Word&lt;/span&gt;, we&lt;br /&gt;just need Gina &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Gershon&lt;/span&gt; to come on and to have the perfect Lesbian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;trifecta&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, Bette, you are so fucking rude to Tina, its kinda amazing but&lt;br /&gt;retarded too, all at the same time. I mean, she is standing RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;there, just introduce her and then keep flirting, its not that HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, how can you NOT recognize your old college roommate? That is&lt;br /&gt;senseless. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt;, you know what would be a fucking amazing spin off for&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;Word&lt;/span&gt;, Bette The College Years. Right? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;. I wish they were&lt;br /&gt;doing that instead of fucking Alice in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;WonderJail&lt;/span&gt; or whatever terrible&lt;br /&gt;thing they've come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it that Bette and Jodi haven't talked at all since all this&lt;br /&gt;shit went down? Like not even anything? That just seems fucking&lt;br /&gt;retarded. Didn't you kinda of expect for Jodi and Bette to start&lt;br /&gt;making out in the background when Tina and Elizabeth Berkley were&lt;br /&gt;talking? I would have put money on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bette is a vampire. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Tina is being kinda sweet though, about&lt;br /&gt;letting Bette be who she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bette: "You need to trust that I know who I am and I know what to do with it"&lt;br /&gt;Tina" "I don't know what that means"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SYhTsfLRSCI/AAAAAAAAAp0/SpiUzD_ebR4/s1600-h/TLW602_313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 177px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SYhTsfLRSCI/AAAAAAAAAp0/SpiUzD_ebR4/s320/TLW602_313.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298576985349507106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Ooo&lt;/span&gt;, I like our bra and underwear sets."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god Tina said that, think it was ad-libbed though, because I had&lt;br /&gt;no idea what was going on. I like that they are wearing matching bra&lt;br /&gt;and undies sets. Is it just me or has this season been SUPER light on&lt;br /&gt;the sex? Um, we only got like 4 more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;eps&lt;/span&gt;, can we get some naked ladies&lt;br /&gt;up in here? Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;KELENA&lt;/span&gt; PART 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan coming back and being super gay, is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;probs&lt;/span&gt; one of the dumbest&lt;br /&gt;twists ever. Really not happy about this. Alice is sweet though,&lt;br /&gt;trying to stand up for Helena and then not being able to say shit.&lt;br /&gt;Where is this plot line going? It makes little to no sense. Like&lt;br /&gt;after you extorted someone saying, "I'm sorry for the way I behaved,"&lt;br /&gt;um that doesn't even begin to say anything about what you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice is amazing recapping Helena's life for the last 2 seasons. Loved&lt;br /&gt;it. Thank you for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;SHENNY&lt;/span&gt;??? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;EW&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SYhTsfO8m-I/AAAAAAAAAps/OU-LEShImVo/s1600-h/TLW602_380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 177px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SYhTsfO8m-I/AAAAAAAAAps/OU-LEShImVo/s320/TLW602_380.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298576985364929506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't look directly at this, you might turn to stone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on! COME ON, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Chiaken&lt;/span&gt;-bacon. Why you gotta do this to me? You're&lt;br /&gt;fucking making me want to puke my pants. Shane was all ready to give&lt;br /&gt;up on Jenny, she was packing up her shit and LEAVING. And then you&lt;br /&gt;gotta make Jenny be IN LOVE with Shane, like IN LOVE, IN LOVE, like&lt;br /&gt;"let's make out" IN LOVE? FUCK. I'm gonna fucking puke it. I swear to&lt;br /&gt;god. You're quite literally making me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PREVIEWS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Chaiken&lt;/span&gt;-bacon is totally setting up every episode so EVERY&lt;br /&gt;single episode has one character (this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;ep&lt;/span&gt; it was Nicky) saying that&lt;br /&gt;they want Jenny dead. Um, that is kinda stupid and kinda great. I hope&lt;br /&gt;the last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;episode&lt;/span&gt; is Jenny saying, I wish I was dead and then drowning&lt;br /&gt;herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MISSING LINKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I'd like to ask for your help tying up a few loose ends.&lt;br /&gt;So please send all your theories to &lt;a href="mailto:afterportia@gmail.com"&gt;afterportia@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; and I'll&lt;br /&gt;post the best ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come Bette can't recognize her college roommate who she once wanted to fuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I meant it, Why is Tom with Max? Some insight is&lt;br /&gt;appreciated. Doesn't he miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;cocko&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever happened to Dusty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;QUOTE OF THE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;EP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SYhU5P5RHLI/AAAAAAAAAqM/7nxR3SrxLZY/s1600-h/TLW602_286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 177px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SYhU5P5RHLI/AAAAAAAAAqM/7nxR3SrxLZY/s320/TLW602_286.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298578304097393842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;SOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; META.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"And don't even get started on the kids cause where did they go?" Alice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-5585584248808171132?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/5585584248808171132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=5585584248808171132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/5585584248808171132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/5585584248808171132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2009/02/l-word-least-likely-s6-e2.html' title='The L-Word: Least Likely (S.6 E.2)'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SYhRvPrGOgI/AAAAAAAAAos/dqM_N3pWJSw/s72-c/TLW602_010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-3470241582667205403</id><published>2009-01-29T23:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T23:51:57.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RESULTS ARE IN FOR S.6, E.1</title><content type='html'>Wow. Thank you all for your in-pouring of theories from our Missing Links section of last week's post. I had no clue I'd get so many responses. Merci, Merci &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beaucoup&lt;/span&gt;. Here are my favorites, some are slightly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;condensed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question 1, Lover Cindy was at the movie wrap party but then the rest of the night, she was MIA. Where did this little monkey go? Thoughts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Cindy probably walked off a cliff cause she is a dumb blond. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sarah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I think that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;skank&lt;/span&gt; probably got wicked drunk and dragged her ragged ass back to Dawn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Denbo&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ew&lt;/span&gt;, she was such a tramp. But kinda sexy. Lois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question 2, When did Jenny get a new mole? Or is that a pimple with bad makeup? Go back to about 56 minutes into the episode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Jenny got that mole when she fell in love with SHANE. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;? Terri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;It's a pimple with a dose of bad makeup on top. Susan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-3470241582667205403?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/3470241582667205403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=3470241582667205403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/3470241582667205403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/3470241582667205403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2009/01/results-are-in-for-s6-e1.html' title='RESULTS ARE IN FOR S.6, E.1'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-2137419539300613051</id><published>2009-01-21T12:18:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T09:47:14.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>L-WORD SEASON 6 PREMIERE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SXdsQTfgRiI/AAAAAAAAAnk/FoJ06my2SSY/s1600-h/lword601_img08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SXdsQTfgRiI/AAAAAAAAAnk/FoJ06my2SSY/s320/lword601_img08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293818914363426338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't look too dead to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JENNY'S DEAD ... SHOCKER, NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, thanks to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chaiken&lt;/span&gt; we all knew well before the Season Six Premiere that Jenny was gonna die. Kudos for your classy ending to a series that began with this little baby-dyke moving to L.A., &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chaiken&lt;/span&gt;-Bacon, kudos. No, after the meta-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tastic&lt;/span&gt; Season 5, I wasn't remotely shocked that the CB went this route. How very poetic. But, I ask you this one question about the opening to Season 6:  why are you wasting Lucy Lawless (many a dyke's wet dream) as Sgt. Mary Beth Duffy? And why did you make Lucy Lawless Irish? That's just weird.&lt;div class="Ih2E3d"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, getting back to the opening. My favorite interchange and I quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Beth: Who's the home owner please?&lt;br /&gt;Bette: I am, I'm Bette Porter.&lt;br /&gt;Mary Beth: Bette Porter?&lt;br /&gt;Bette: And this is my partner, Tina &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kenard&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Mary Beth: That's a very beautiful family you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Um, what the fuck? First of all, since when does a Sarge investigating a homicide with 7 suspects comment, "That's a very beautiful family you have?" Um, NEVER. I'm serious, I watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;CSI&lt;/span&gt;, Law &amp;amp; Order, Without a Trace, etc., and cops do not give a shit about the victim's friends and they certainly don't weirdly hit on them slash compliment their faggot families. I don't care if this is L.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite moment #2: when they wheeled Jenny through the house, parading her dead body in front of all her friends and Mary Beth actually STOPPED the gurney to check out the dead body in front of everyone including a motherfucking child. Wow. That is beyond retardation.  &lt;div class="Ih2E3d"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM RECAP FROM SEASON 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so Jenny's dead and we flash backwards 3 months, to Season 5 Finale. Um, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Chaiken&lt;/span&gt;-Bacon, I would have rather you gave us an amazing recap package at the top of the show and not done this, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;whatev&lt;/span&gt;, you want to re-use old shit, that's your prerogative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone else floored by Jenny saying that she loves her friends? "You guys have shown my loyalty, and so much compassion, and friendship. And i think that's what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Lez&lt;/span&gt; Girls is all about. It means the world to me, more than any other movie or lover."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, Jenny, you fucking hate your friends! How could you forget? Remember how you fucking used and abused just about everyone (most delightfully Tina) last season?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best part is all those jerks are sitting there smiling at Jenny's speech. Um, what are you idiots smiling about, you fucking hate Jenny too!? So confused by this entire scene. Really. So confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved Adele smoking a little cigarillo when Tina confronted her about changing the ending of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Lez&lt;/span&gt; Girls. But just a note to Tina, if I was a movie exec I wouldn't bring my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lova&lt;/span&gt;, friend and sister-in-dyke into the conversation in front of everyone I worked with. Fucking '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;tarded&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHASE SCENE! YA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;, this fucking chase scene is cracking me up. The cuts back in forth from them "driving" to the cars swerving through traffic are HILARIOUS. And then when Shane's face pops up on Jenny's phone, I almost died it was so funny although I'm pretty sure this was a serious scene and not slapstick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="Ih2E3d"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALICE AND TASHA ALMOST BREAK UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thought, damn Leisha, you look OLD. Fuck man. Get some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;botox&lt;/span&gt;, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second thought, love that Tasha, because she's been in the military and only has military style bags to pack her shit in. Well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third thought, yes Tasha, you're right, you have nothing in common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth thought, do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;lesbos&lt;/span&gt; really all cheat on each other? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Yack&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth thought, really, another chase scene? This time with a motorcycle and a fucking Mini Cooper? Really, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Chaikes&lt;/span&gt;, two chase scenes? Damn girl, you got nothing left huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth Thought, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;yaaay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Papi&lt;/span&gt; is back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt;, Gabby is back! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Yaah&lt;/span&gt;, she is so gross and eats &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;liverworst&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ew&lt;/span&gt;, I like her, I don't know why but I do. Maybe its the sex hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eighth thought, Tasha and Alice are cute on the pull-out couch. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Awww&lt;/span&gt;, don't break up. Rose Rollins is so pretty, I like looking at her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SXdsRAEua1I/AAAAAAAAAoE/4J1od8y1dVU/s1600-h/lword601_img30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SXdsRAEua1I/AAAAAAAAAoE/4J1od8y1dVU/s320/lword601_img30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293818926330702674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He, he, he. We almost broke up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE PORTER-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;KINARDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, Bette, did you just tell Tina to call William in the middle of the night? Can you imagine if someone from Bette's work called her at 1am? She would fucking eat them alive, like what the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="Ih2E3d"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina, "How hard is it to be faithful to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; you're in love with?" Ha. So sad, right? They are SO setting Bette up to cheat her ass off. And how did they become so perfectly happy? Wasn't Tina sorta having seconds thoughts circa the last ep of Season 5?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;heterosexist&lt;/span&gt; a word? Wild. I like it, I want to use it and feel like a real feminist pig and will maybe take off my bra and go wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bette is so hilarious with her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;bureaucratic&lt;/span&gt; maggot speech. And so stupid with her not being able to read a thermometer. What a sidewinder she is. Also, loved when these two idiots kissed over their own baby's sick head, very cute. But, Bette, can you grow some motherfucking balls and stop kissing T's ass about the cheating thing. Wow, Bette is so fucking p-whipped.&lt;div class="Ih2E3d"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SXnXrF9no6I/AAAAAAAAAoU/jItXXhcoYJA/s1600-h/lword601_img22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SXnXrF9no6I/AAAAAAAAAoU/jItXXhcoYJA/s320/lword601_img22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294499972285703074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let's share a kiss on top of our sick baby. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NICKY, SHANE AND JENNY ... Do I smell a Threesome? Nah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;, most hilarious moment, Nicky sitting down on the couch to beg for forgiveness and then checking her phone and going, "Oh no, poor Tiffy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Ih2E3d"&gt;Greatest dialogue exchange of this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Shane (RE: Molly): "She gave me hope, she inspired me."&lt;div class="Ih2E3d"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: "She inspired you to fuck my girlfriend? ...."&lt;br /&gt;Shane: " I didn't fuck your girlfriend."&lt;br /&gt;Nicky: "Jenny, she only ate me out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, what was going on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;wtih&lt;/span&gt; Jenny's BLOOMERS? I was so weirded out by her bra and bloomers outfit. When Jenny invited Nicky over and like threw her on the bed, did anyone else think that she was going to knee Nicky right in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;clit&lt;/span&gt; and effectively render it powerless? Cause I did. I was terrified for that poor girl's Vagina with a capital V. That was so terrifying, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;clit&lt;/span&gt; got scared. And then, did she fuck her with a strap-on? Because I see all her hands, I mean, if you're having make-up sex, going and getting a strap-on and putting it on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;seems&lt;/span&gt; like a lot of work. Oh wait a second, I think she just had that strap-on on the whole time, it was just hidden under her bloomers. I KNEW something was going on under those big blooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;KELANA&lt;/span&gt; 4EVA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt;, I didn't know they fired Pam Grier and hired Cleopatra to play Kit. Wild. Wild casting. Oh wait, that's Pam. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;How'd&lt;/span&gt; she get skinny? She should call Oprah and let her know how to lose those lbs. Um, "Hit Club" is a dumb name.  Sounds like an downtown L.A. alley to score drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of, does anyone else have a problem with a giant alcoholic running a nightclub? Like the Planet is fine cause its mainly a coffee shop, but this seems not great. If only Ivan knew, he/she would freak his/her shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god that Helena went to prison, cause now she knows how to be a body guard. Helena is amazing, in every way, god I love her. Thank god she is back. Why didn't they just let Shane sleep in that little nest? I liked it.&lt;div class="Ih2E3d"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOLLY IS SAD, JENNY IS MEAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Molly. Jenny just cannot give anyone a fucking break, right? Like come on man, Molly is being so cute and you are being such a fucking cunt bag. After that crazy ass speech like an hour ago? You are too much Jenny, I'm glad you're dead. Get that fucking leather jacket down from the attic you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;fuckwad&lt;/span&gt; and give it to Shane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SXnXq5f84eI/AAAAAAAAAoM/Ck34yr2HLf0/s1600-h/lword601_img20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SXnXq5f84eI/AAAAAAAAAoM/Ck34yr2HLf0/s320/lword601_img20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294499968940040674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Ack&lt;/span&gt;, this reminds me of Flowers for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Alganon&lt;/span&gt;, or in the Attic, or wherever those flowers were. Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AM I ON ANOTHER PLANET? (no pun intended)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="Ih2E3d"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone tell me what universe this season of the L-Word is living in? Why do they constantly have to change &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; personality and history every fucking season? Like, why was Shane saying that Jenny is so delicate? Um, she is not delicate at all. Yes, she is a motherfucking sociopath, but she that doesn't make you delicate. No, Kit, her life has NOT been just one big ass whooping. She's a fucking published author, sold a movie, and has a fucking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;porsche&lt;/span&gt;, that's not too fucking bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="Ih2E3d"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MORNING AFTER ... PILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda adore the awkward morning at the Planet. Just because Jenny invites TINA and TASHA to have a drink with her. Um, those are probably the two worst people, who have nothing in common and nothing to talk about with one another to "have a drink with." Well played, Jenny, make your morning even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kit is too funny, "Come on now. You all gotta be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;kiddin&lt;/span&gt;' right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOST THANKFUL FOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no Max in this episode, ah, what a delightful treat. Oh, wait, there was a small little snippet of that beast in the opening of the show, with his gross mustache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MISSING LINKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this episode left me wondering about a few things, so I'm enlisting your help to figure them out. If you have a theory please email me and I'll post my favorites, &lt;a href="mailto:afterportia@gmail.com" target="_blank"&gt;afterportia@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 1, Lover Cindy was at the movie wrap party but then the rest of the night, she was MIA. Where did this little monkey go? Thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 2, When did Jenny get a new mole? Or is that a pimple with bad makeup? Go back to about 56 minutes into the episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;QUOTE OF THE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;EP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Papi&lt;/span&gt;, what the hell are you doing here? You disappeared."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SXnXrLYt49I/AAAAAAAAAoc/COL-pzz5qh8/s1600-h/lword601_img23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SXnXrLYt49I/AAAAAAAAAoc/COL-pzz5qh8/s320/lword601_img23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294499973741536210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So. So. So Meta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-2137419539300613051?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/2137419539300613051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=2137419539300613051&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/2137419539300613051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/2137419539300613051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2009/01/l-word-season-6-premiere.html' title='L-WORD SEASON 6 PREMIERE'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SXdsQTfgRiI/AAAAAAAAAnk/FoJ06my2SSY/s72-c/lword601_img08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-6335484731522244029</id><published>2008-11-24T10:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T11:06:19.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Shot of the Clap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SSrQjvPOrbI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Bn6rcgaBDI0/s1600-h/ikki-twins-b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SSrQjvPOrbI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Bn6rcgaBDI0/s320/ikki-twins-b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272255626184928690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ikki is an understatement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Can I just say, MTV, you have DONE it again. I'm so incredibly impressed with the depths you have sunk. I thought Tila Tequila was just about the dirtiest bisexual anyone could find but no, you found fucking TWINS, sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only are they bisexual twins, but their names are Vikki and Rikki and they go by the "ikki" twins. That is so disgusting and clearly a precursor to the rampant clap that is going to be passed around from one guido to one twin to one dyke to another twin and then back to the original guido on A Double Shot at Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can already predict the final episode: Rikki and Vikki pick each other and have a major incestuous lesbian make out session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, please check out their website where there are pics of one of them literally getting her ass eaten out. Redick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-6335484731522244029?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/6335484731522244029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=6335484731522244029&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/6335484731522244029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/6335484731522244029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2008/11/double-shot-of-clap.html' title='Double Shot of the Clap'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SSrQjvPOrbI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Bn6rcgaBDI0/s72-c/ikki-twins-b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-6083591922195363104</id><published>2008-10-17T15:06:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:24:44.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay's Anatomy Episode 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SPpaHWjl_aI/AAAAAAAAAbw/k4MBPsLd1Uc/s1600-h/brooke+smith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258614597268929954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SPpaHWjl_aI/AAAAAAAAAbw/k4MBPsLd1Uc/s320/brooke+smith.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"It puts the lotion on its Callie or else it gets the hose again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;God bless that big lady from Silence of the Lambs for saying she would try to take off that big lady from Spamalot's clothing at the end of their date. Quite lovely really. Seriously, Hahn is being so fucking cute and adorable, totally gay, finally realizing it, and wants to hook up with and look at naked ladies, even if it is a piguman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258614031953890658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SPpZmcl_DWI/AAAAAAAAAbo/XIRxMBmHhsk/s320/sara+ramirez+spamalot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Bride of Piguman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Is it just me or is it that whenever you find out someone's gay they get prettier? Well, at least Hahn is way prettier now, but piguman is still a piguman. I don't like how nervous and freaked out Callie was being about the date. She should be so lucky that a big ol'dyke wants to take her on a fancy date and take off her clothes.  Bailey's face was fucking priceless when Callie was chatting her up about going south of the border, no one wants to think about Callie naked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, I heard that Grey's actually had some lesbo or gay consultants talk to the writers about this little lesbian adventure, but really, "safe words?" Lesbian sex doesn't need safe words, that's what it is by definition: no pregnancy, no rape, you always come, and no penis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Didn't Callie look positively enormous at dinner? Hahn looked pretty cute and rather slim actually. I think I love her. Hahn is so cute right now, I love her, love her, love her, just wanting to take it slow, you know she wants to go all the way but is acting cool about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SPpaYlPPp3I/AAAAAAAAAb4/Q59MkgBqqXo/s1600-h/hahnkiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258614893267887986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SPpaYlPPp3I/AAAAAAAAAb4/Q59MkgBqqXo/s320/hahnkiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please go all the way next episode, thank you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Btw, did you all hear that there is going to be a new Bi character on Gay's that has a history (oops, I mean HERstory, barf) with one Meredith Grey? Oh wait, of course you heard this, cause you already read After Ellen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-6083591922195363104?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/6083591922195363104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=6083591922195363104&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/6083591922195363104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/6083591922195363104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2008/10/gays-anatomy-episode-3.html' title='Gay&apos;s Anatomy Episode 3'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SPpaHWjl_aI/AAAAAAAAAbw/k4MBPsLd1Uc/s72-c/brooke+smith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-7796348556646386626</id><published>2008-09-24T15:32:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T17:55:45.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Dyke's Dreams Do Come True!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As I'm sure all my little dykes out there have heard, Lindsay Lohan admitted this week to her relationship with Samantha Ronson. Finally, all the little baby dykes, have a A-lister to look up to that is HOT. (No offense Heather Matarazzo, but you are neither an A-lister nor hot, that goes for you too Clea Duvall, although you are hotter, not quite an A-lister) But seriously, my fedora is off to you LiLo and Ronson, thanks for perhaps making it a little easier for middle school lesbos everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who want to hear it live, listen to it &lt;a href="http://defamer.com/5053645/audio-lindsay-lohan-finally-confirms-relationship-with-samantha-ronson?autoplay=true"&gt;hear&lt;/a&gt;. Aww, they are really taking the gayness to the hilt this week, even wearing flannel in true dyke style, brava ladies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250129570372356610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SNw1ByLRigI/AAAAAAAAAbI/ZKwJQAXUzLc/s320/flanneltwins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ah, truely dykealicious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I think that Clay Aiken coming out probably made it a lot harder for teen gay boys everywhere, so teen-gay -boys, I'm so sorry for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-7796348556646386626?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/7796348556646386626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=7796348556646386626&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/7796348556646386626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/7796348556646386626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2008/09/baby-dykes-dreams-do-come-true.html' title='Baby Dyke&apos;s Dreams Do Come True!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SNw1ByLRigI/AAAAAAAAAbI/ZKwJQAXUzLc/s72-c/flanneltwins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-2485318387163811874</id><published>2008-09-16T22:41:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T11:32:24.407-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Lesbos, Lohan has a Boyfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry to break every little lady's heart out there but a fact is a fact: Lindsay Lohan has a new boyfriend.  I know, I was devastated when I saw this picture myself.  I thought that she and Sa-MAN-tha Ronson had a real future together.  And of course, it is every gay's wet dream that Lindsay is one of us.  Her mom also seems to be cool about it.  All signs were pointing to another gay marriage.  But alas, at a fashion show in NYC this past week, the above picture surfaced of LiLo and her new boif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SNEiud0_3NI/AAAAAAAAAaw/9x5EtNhlMdc/s1600-h/wenn5183586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SNEiud0_3NI/AAAAAAAAAaw/9x5EtNhlMdc/s320/wenn5183586.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247013222539582674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Back to the cocko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; I mean, he IS mighty handsome.  Delicate little features though... Hmmm... why is he crossing his legs like a lady?  What a second, is that a pork-pie hat under his chair?  Heavens to Betsy!  That IS Sa-MAN-tha Ronson!  That sneaky little dyke!  Looks like she just dyed the old hair but is still the boobie-loving GF of LiLo.  Thank you baby j.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SNEg1W0l1lI/AAAAAAAAAao/MR2cfid0uT0/s1600-h/blwe-lilo-sam-vmas-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SNEg1W0l1lI/AAAAAAAAAao/MR2cfid0uT0/s320/blwe-lilo-sam-vmas-08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247011141894657618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Phew, she still loves pink taco!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-2485318387163811874?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/2485318387163811874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=2485318387163811874&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/2485318387163811874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/2485318387163811874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2008/09/sorry-lesbos-lohan-has-boyfriend.html' title='Sorry Lesbos, Lohan has a Boyfriend'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SNEiud0_3NI/AAAAAAAAAaw/9x5EtNhlMdc/s72-c/wenn5183586.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-5223339534044433383</id><published>2008-09-09T21:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T22:38:15.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ellen's homage to her own wedding</title><content type='html'>Yes, I watched Ellen again today, I just couldn't help myself, ok? Give me a goddamn break. She teased the wedding pics yesterday and I could not help but watch. I've broken it down into pros and cons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRO: Portia was in the audience and she and Ellen did a cute little dance together.&lt;br /&gt;CON: While the camera panned to Portia, we also caught a glimpse of Ellen's very dykey Executive Producer, Mary Connelly, and that was not so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRO: Portia looked  beautiful in all the pics.&lt;br /&gt;CON: She officially has the old eyes, which is sad for any lady, and unfortunate to realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SMcoGxWM_9I/AAAAAAAAAag/r9zCwntP3q0/s1600-h/_tuesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SMcoGxWM_9I/AAAAAAAAAag/r9zCwntP3q0/s320/_tuesday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244204387887022034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRO: I appreciated that they didn't have a gigantic Hollywood wedding and kept it to like 20 peops.&lt;br /&gt;CON: Approximately 3 of those peeps were their dogs and Ellen kept making out with one on the mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRO: During the montage, they played some sweet, sweet tunes.&lt;br /&gt;CON: At the end, all of a sudden the artist of said sweet tunes was singing to Portia and Ellen and a super-close and uncomfortable proximity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I got it out of my system.  No, no, wait.  Guess who is on the show tomorrow?  Misty May and Kerry Walsh.  So now I have to watch this fucking dance show AGAIN. GODDAMN YOU AND YOUR DANCING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-5223339534044433383?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/5223339534044433383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=5223339534044433383&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/5223339534044433383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/5223339534044433383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2008/09/ellens-homage-to-her-own-wedding.html' title='Ellen&apos;s homage to her own wedding'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SMcoGxWM_9I/AAAAAAAAAag/r9zCwntP3q0/s72-c/_tuesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-4011872428552319898</id><published>2008-09-08T16:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T09:45:05.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ellen's Season 6 Premiere: Kinda of a Tease Bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SMWUGmYrRvI/AAAAAAAAAaY/YBH_5zlExQ4/s1600-h/cvr_people2_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SMWUGmYrRvI/AAAAAAAAAaY/YBH_5zlExQ4/s320/cvr_people2_300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243760182246983410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, let me just preface this by saying that I don't watch "Ellen" like ever, never, ever.  However, today I just happened to catch it and she was such a goddamn pussy-tease.  Yup, I said it.  All the little dykes including me were watching to hear her talk about marrying the GLORIOUS Portia but of course she had to be a mother-effing tease about the whole thing.  To be fair, at the beginning of the show she did mention it a wee bit.  I think she actually made "ball and chain" jokes.  Literally, she said "the old ball and chain" and "the little missus" - um, WHAT?  Who are you?  Then, Ellen had the balls... btw - what is the female equivalent of "balls?" lips?  Can I say that?  Is it disgusting? Yeah, I'm gonna do it....  So, Ellen had the lips to say, "Well, I was going to share pictures and videos of the wedding but the show was just so big today that I decided to wait until tomorrow."  She teased HER OWN wedding pics/video.  God hate you Ellen for forcing me to watch you tomorrow.  You and your damned dancing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-4011872428552319898?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/4011872428552319898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=4011872428552319898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/4011872428552319898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/4011872428552319898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2008/09/ellens-season-6-premiere-kinda-of-tease.html' title='Ellen&apos;s Season 6 Premiere: Kinda of a Tease Bag'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SMWUGmYrRvI/AAAAAAAAAaY/YBH_5zlExQ4/s72-c/cvr_people2_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-8096669474507963898</id><published>2008-05-18T17:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T17:49:15.705-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dyke Sights</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; This is a new little posting I'm going to do whenever I have a good dyke sighting. It's a rare and lovely thing, but I'll do my best to keep you abreast of any and all dyke movements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday May 17th, West Village, NYC:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last night, some friends and I went by &lt;a href="http://www.cubbyholebar.com/news.htm"&gt;Cubby Hole,&lt;/a&gt; a classic dyke dive bar in the West Village. Shockingly, there was a huge ass line for the bar, so as we debated in the street whether to waste our time waiting on line just to fight off some butchies inside, I heard a familiar voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, "Have my ears deceived me? I think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Catherine Keener&lt;/span&gt; is in this line!" ... I whipped around to see none other than her "baby 'sis" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elizabeth "Dawn Denbo" Keener&lt;/span&gt; in line. Is the baby Keener a real life diz? Or is she just doing a little research for Season 6 of The L-Word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SDCeLsZgP1I/AAAAAAAAAaI/jrbVnX-2q40/s1600-h/MV5BMTMxNzkyNjYxOF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTYwMDUzMzI4._V1._SY140_SX100_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SDCeLsZgP1I/AAAAAAAAAaI/jrbVnX-2q40/s320/MV5BMTMxNzkyNjYxOF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTYwMDUzMzI4._V1._SY140_SX100_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201831493346803538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is the baby Keens a gay? Me thinks so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was getting up the gumption to go ask the lil' Keens if she was a gay, a Taxi pulled up and you know who popped out? Lesbian blogger &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sarah Warn &lt;/span&gt;from the old &lt;a href="http://www.afterellen.com"&gt;AfterEllen.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SDCeL8ZgP2I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/-TZjcBWcoeE/s1600-h/picture-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SDCeL8ZgP2I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/-TZjcBWcoeE/s320/picture-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201831497641770850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dizzzzike for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two decent dyke (or might-be dyke) sightings for a night out in NYC. Needless to say, Keens and Warn both waited on line to get into Cubby and me and my friends peaced it and went to an obnoxious straight bar down the street.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-8096669474507963898?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/8096669474507963898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=8096669474507963898&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/8096669474507963898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/8096669474507963898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2008/05/dyke-sights.html' title='Dyke Sights'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/SDCeLsZgP1I/AAAAAAAAAaI/jrbVnX-2q40/s72-c/MV5BMTMxNzkyNjYxOF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTYwMDUzMzI4._V1._SY140_SX100_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-7044664986430032485</id><published>2008-03-10T13:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T22:02:57.317-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The L-Word: Lay Down The Law ( S.5 E.8)</title><content type='html'>HARD &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ASSED&lt;/span&gt; PRODUCER TINA LAYS THE SMACK DOWN&lt;br /&gt;Is there nothing better than Tina and Jenny going at it? It's really the best thing ever. Like when Jenny is dealing with a wardrobe "crisis" - Nikki is fucking drama in a half shell - and Tina is all, "we have to get her a date to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;premiere&lt;/span&gt;" and Jenny is all, "She has a date ... Me" and Tina goes, "Not unless you grow a penis." Plus Jenny has a monster &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hicky&lt;/span&gt; directly in the middle of her neck. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ew&lt;/span&gt;. It's weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACK AT THE GYM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasha is punching bags ... and in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;background&lt;/span&gt; a big man is punching bags ... as we approach this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;behemoth&lt;/span&gt; of a man begins to slowly turn, oh is that ... wait ... can it be! Yes, I think its Sly Stallone making a strange guest appearance as Rocky ... maybe he is here to give Tasha a pep talk .. how wonderful ... oh wait a second, that isn't Rocky .. . oh ... my ... god ... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ew&lt;/span&gt; ... its fucking Kelly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;McPiggis&lt;/span&gt; ... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ew&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, later, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;McPiggis&lt;/span&gt; sees a naked girl in the locker room of the ARMY and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;practically&lt;/span&gt; rapes her ... at least with her eyes. What the fuck? Be gayer. Like we KNOW you are GAY. Just be GAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOCKER OF THE EPISODE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another straight girl tries to fuck Shane - surprise surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LESBIAN COUPLES DINNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only thing I like about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;jodi&lt;/span&gt;, she refuses to put up with Bette's shit .. like when Bette is pissed that she invited Tina without asking her first. Jodi is just like, "Well don't come." Fucking love that. Tina and Bette show their great old colors by doing some baby cat fighting when Bette signs at the table and Tina accuses her of doing it on purpose. There is the old constantly fighting Bette and Tina I know and hate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish Tina and Bette had fucked on the roof on top of Jodi's latest sculpture. And that it was a sculpture of a big fat ear. That would have fucking made my night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone else noticed that for a deaf person, Jodi has the BIGGEST EARS KNOWN TO MAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JENNY GETS SNUBBED AT FILM PREMIERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki is seriously making Jenny a big pathetic pancake, right? Like can you believe this shit? The old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sassafrass&lt;/span&gt; Jenny from 6 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;episodes&lt;/span&gt; ago would have busted her way into that premiere. Like the writers aren't even trying to keep Jenny consistent at ALL.  Be MORE pathetic, she waited the ENTIRE length of the movie. Wow. Adele's manipulative powers are really in full force, you go Adele ... where IS this going? I cannot wait to find out. It's going to be a God Damn wreck .... and possibly involve that big fat gun that Kit bought a few episodes ago ( No, I haven't forgotten about that big fat gun!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Snooooooze&lt;/span&gt; fest TASHA'S TRIAL, I really don't even want to talk about it. I hope you don't mind too much. I just cannot do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-7044664986430032485?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/7044664986430032485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=7044664986430032485&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/7044664986430032485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/7044664986430032485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2008/03/l-word-lay-down-law-s5-e8.html' title='The L-Word: Lay Down The Law ( S.5 E.8)'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-4263562833126050563</id><published>2008-03-10T11:54:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T21:52:13.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The L-Word: Lesbians Gone Wild ( S.5 E.7)</title><content type='html'>DRAMA ON THE SET&lt;br /&gt;Begona is fucking hilarious as Marina, like she is fucking incredible. (Also, last weekend I watched all of Season 1 again, which was amazing because literally they are just taking old scripts and having different actresses read the lines)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLONEL GILLIAN MC-OLDIE MAGGIE&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit. Kelly McGillis is mother fucking OLD. She looks like SHIT. OMG. Her face is so old, her hair is totally gray and short and ugly and TERRIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, could this character who obviously wants to throw Tasha out of the army, be ANY GAYER? She is clearly flamingly faggot. Here are some of the reasons: short dyke style do; only drinks single scotch whiskey like a big gay dildo; plays golf (gaaaaaay); and insists on carrying all her own boxes even though she is 75 yrs old. Wow. She looks awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO DO DO DOOOOO HERE COMES THE VIEW ... I MEAN, THE LOOK&lt;br /&gt;I really really really find it impossible to believe that a TV show, "The Look," would try out a former radio talk show host who now, "video-blogs" for a living, just because she outted a dude on her blog. It's stupid. Alice was terrible on The Look, all she did was plug OUR CHART (not a shock Chiaken-monster rearing her ugly head again). I really don't LIKE this Alice very much. I cannot believe that the L-Word writers (i blame Lizzy Ziff and Chiaken-bacon) have changed Alice and Tina (partial blame lies on Laurel Holloman for getttiing so hot) that I actually LOVE Tina now and am beginning to hate on Alice. (Please note, I do NOT hate Alice yet, I'm just really not liking the way she is acting at all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THESE LESBOS ARE GETTING OLD&lt;br /&gt;Wow, the making of Lez Girls is making all the characters on the show seems SUPER fucking old. Like, did you ever ever imagine that Shane would seem like this chilled out older dyke? Nikki is single-handeldy making everyone seems sooooooo fucking OLD. Nikki is young and hot and likes to go out and party and it really seems like every other character, although only like 3 of them actually have jobs, are always working or are concerned with work. Also, Mia Kirsh is looking OOOOOOLLLLLLLDDDD next to 20 something Kate French. The crows feat are rocking it something fierce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 DEAFIES HAVE LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;OK, Jodi and Amy are having lunch, signing up a god damn storm, which is totally fine. But why can't they laugh out loud? Like they are saying some funny shit and neither of them is allowed to laugh. It's so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TINA IS A HARD ASS WITH A HARD ASS&lt;br /&gt;Hard ass producer Tina is hot. It's a fact. Why is she always hanging out with that troll thing? Is that a real dyke? Ack! Get it off the set. The only real dykes allowed are Kate Moening and Leisha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTERIOR: BEV AND NINA'S APARTMENT&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone out there tell me why Jenny hates Tina and Bette SO MUCH? Like they were both SUPER nice to that little freak job when she moved in next door, so why is she torturing them now? Like, she has stolen everyone's lives and written about them, so can't she at least be nice to them in person? She totally fucked them with this weird kitchy bedroom for the movie. I love Bette and Tina though, they are so stupid and teenagery. It's cute. "Which side of the bed is Nina's?" ooo you two are too cute. Fuck please. I love these two idiots together. What did Bette want to do wtih the rock candy? eat it? of fuck TIna with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHANE AND MOLLY&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of stupid idiots, Shane and Molly are retarded. Molly is also totally contributing to the "all the characters are old as shit" problem. She too is super young &amp;amp; cute and she keeps making Shane seem old and lame. Also, kinda dude-like. Love that Shane is rocking an "Uh Huh Her" t-shirt in this ep ... how very META of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIKKI AND JENNY FUCKING IN A TRAILER ...F... U...C... K... I... N... G.&lt;br /&gt;All these two do is fuck. I want to see more of Adele patiently waiting for them to finish. It's so grody that she has to monitor their fucking. Jenny is getting nicer and I totally attribute that to fucking Nikki constantly. So, even though Nikki's constant criticism of Season 1, uh, I mean, the Lez Girls script, is annoying as shit, at least she is making Jenny a teeny bit nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTENTION ALL POTENTIAL GFs OF MINE&lt;br /&gt;This is a small disclaimer to all my future potential girlfriends. If we are dating and one night you come home and are talking to me and I don't listen to you at all but instead pull you close and push you over on the bed, proceed to mount you and then I masturbate myself on top of you ... know this, I'm cheating. Yes, I've learned this mastuful technique of telling a GF you are cheating from Bette Porter. You'll remember in Season 1, she did a variation on this them to Tina ... instead of mounting Tina and masturbating herself, Bette mounted Tina and raped her alittle bit. I'm thinking she probably didn't masturbate on top of Tina because Tina already suspected she was cheating, so the raping began instead. Anyway, I don't know why Bette had to masturbate ontop of Jodi, but Jodi should KNOW something is fucking UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R9WD5A6BcSI/AAAAAAAAAaA/DxfYYMtkkuk/s1600-h/lword57_46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R9WD5A6BcSI/AAAAAAAAAaA/DxfYYMtkkuk/s320/lword57_46.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176188362251399458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How now, cute brown cow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TINA MARCHES A BATTALION TO SHEBAR&lt;br /&gt;Loved it when Tina donning her big burly brown leather jacket marched her brigade of dykes (and a kit porter) over to Shebar to get Nikki. So fucking funny. It really is a good thing that ALL OF HER FRIENDS work on HER MOVIE. The lesbian mud wrestling oil turkish bath pit was funny. Tina is dropping f-bombs like crazy and just making me love her all the more. Um, why does Dawn Denbo take on the persona of Miami Vice? Just because they are from Florida? Kinda stupid. Why does bored little prude Molly really like the oil wrestling? Isn't this fucking degrading? I wish to god that Phyllis showed up ... damn it. That would have been delightful. Kinda ridiculous when Shane had to fight for Molly's honor. Don't you think that Molly and Shane would be identical if Shane gained 40 lbs? I do. Jenny is delightful with her strip tease, Mia must be having the TIME of her LIFE, right? Laurel Holloman's acting chops are fucking amazing this episode, especially when Tina literally throws up her arms, shakes her head and yells, "Unbelievable!" ... fucking hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R9WCPg6BcQI/AAAAAAAAAZw/KJ6YHWm1xr8/s1600-h/lword57_44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R9WCPg6BcQI/AAAAAAAAAZw/KJ6YHWm1xr8/s320/lword57_44.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176186549775200514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Let's wrestle in PEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TASHA IS A BIG FAT HYPOCRITE&lt;br /&gt;This is so annoying. Like if Tasha believes in the honor of truth or whatever the fuck the code of honor in the army is called, so strongly, why the fuck does she gay it up? Like one second, Tasha is saying that she respects Kelly McPiggis for what she did to get ride of hazing at the citadel or whatever, and then she is like "i'm fighting these acusations" - um the accusations are TRUE and you're not supposed to be gay in the army, so you are guilty. like granted it SUCKS, but its just the way it is. Ugh, you are a hypo and i hate you. (Note, Tasha is not a HIPPO, she is actually pretty fucking cute. I'm beginning to fall in love with Rose Rollins, NOT TASHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAWN AND CINDI GO TO THE CLINK&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hilarious when Lover Cindi tries to get a cop to fuck her instead of going to jail, she is such a little dirty whore, I love it. Even better then Dawn Denbo yells at Kit, "you're dead, Porter!" and Kit yells this GEM of a comeback, "I just name the rats after you!" ... um, what? that is a nonsequitor that is stupid. Come on, Kit. Even you aren't that dumb. Or are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADELE IS STARTING TO CREEP ME OUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adele is becoming fucking terrifying. Like in the last episode, Max totally outted Adele as a total creep show so I figured that someone would say SOMETHING in this episode, but still there is NOTHING. No one seems to give a shit ... except for Max, who no one will listen or talk to. Sad. I bet she cuts and prints Jenny's head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-4263562833126050563?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/4263562833126050563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=4263562833126050563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/4263562833126050563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/4263562833126050563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2008/03/l-word-lesbians-gone-wild-s5-e7.html' title='The L-Word: Lesbians Gone Wild ( S.5 E.7)'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R9WD5A6BcSI/AAAAAAAAAaA/DxfYYMtkkuk/s72-c/lword57_46.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-2921314965300401219</id><published>2008-02-16T14:30:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T19:13:07.778-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The L Word: Lights! Camera! Action! ( S.5, E.6)</title><content type='html'>So the most predictable makeover in history only took 6 sweet episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first scene where the fake Bette and fake Tina are hooking up is hilarious ... especially when Jenny says, "It looks like you guys are doing a dance."  Is it me or is every time Jenny takes a breath readying herself for speech like the moment before you run out to see all the presents under the tree?  Jenny is fucking Santa Claus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAWN DENBO WILL KILL YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will also make fun of you like no other...  The problem with Dawn Denbo and her insults is consistency.  How can the same dolt of a person who constantly calls Cyndi her LOVER then brilliantly dub The Planet a "wannabe peach pit of a shit hole?"  It doesn't make any sense! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW - this is a little too late considering I didn't write this in the pot brownie episode but here goes.  I knew Dawn Denbo saying, "you messed with the wrong bitch, bitch" rubbed me the wrong way but I didn't quite know why.  Well, I finally figured it out.  The actress playing Dawn (aka: baby keens) said it EXACTLY like the gay guy on Top Chef.  Remember when that gay guy said to big old piggie "I'm not your bitch, bitch"?  What a fucking rip-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THROW ALICE A BONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Alice cannot catch a break with ladies.  I keep thinking that she is better off without Tasha but I realize that what I'm really thinking is that Tasha is better off with this terrible bizarro Alice who outs people like she changes her hair.  Or tells Max off.  Or is a big ol' bitch.  Yeah, I hate this Alice.  However, I'm sure Tasha ain't gone for long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Look" is HILARIOUS.  Way to not have a creative thought at all L Word writers.  I think you wasted too much energy calling the former Look co-host "Kelly Corrigan."  I really think they should have gone with Posey O'Connell.  So disappointing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TINA AND BETTE SITTING IN A KITCHEN... K-I-S-S-I-N-G&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is kinda adorable that Bette is cooking a little meal for her and Angie.  Tina is wanting a piece of Bette so fucking bad.  Oh, remember that time (last season) when she wanted to murder Bette and stomp on her grave flowers or at least fuck Henry on them?  How far we've come and how easily our personalities change.  Note to writers, I have no problem with you making Tina into an actual LIKEABLE character but can you do me a favor and make Bette likeable too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, they are finally making out!  Now they are moving to the bedroom.  Hotchie Motchie. Ok, Tina and Bette look GOOD.  Just how old are these two? Wow. Not bad. Also, honestly, how many people out there wear hot little matching bras and panties like under their normal clothes? Honestly? Ok, that's what I thought, all lesbians do. I know I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire Vancouver thing and the whole Lez Girls production is pushing 49th wall here.  As a writer, how fucking lazy and masturbatory can you be?  I'm really convinced this is the last season and in the duration of these last episodes, the "characters" will just start calling each other "Leisha, Kate, JB, Laurel, Foxy Brown," etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ADELE MAKEOVER MONTAGE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this was obviously coming but what I didn't predict was what an absolute let-down it would be.  Jeez Louise!  Pretty fucking hard to screw up a montage don't you think?  You certainly screwed the pooch on this one Chaiken-bacon.  It... was... so... slow... and... boring.  Have you ever heard of making some cuts? It's called editing, learn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TINA AND BETTE ARE EQUALLY PATHETIC &amp;amp; I LOVE IT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved it when Tina PATHETICALLY calls Bette for breakfast and then Bette gets freaked out because old Jodi shows up.  Then Bette insists on being alone and sends Jodi to work and then picks up the phone like the loser she is and calls Tina back.  You guys are cute.  This little dance of theirs is like people tangoing with their feet in cement.  Oh and those people are mildly retarded too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina's bowtie at The Planet is adorable. Just kidding, it was repulsive. Just kidding, I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best lines of the episode:&lt;br /&gt;Angie, "Puppies .." while looking at rats&lt;br /&gt;Tina, "Those aren't fucking puppies!!!" yelling at her 2 yr old daughter who she left on the floor to be covered in rats&lt;br /&gt;Kit, "Fuck, shit, fuck fuck fuck fuck, shit." looking in the mirror at her own face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT THE FUCK IS WITH KIT THE LONE GUNMAN? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so fucking stupid. Some idiot in this show is going to get their hands on Kit's gun and kill someone, I just know it.  One would think Aaron Spelling was spinning this little yarn (RIP).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PATHETIC BETTE SHOWS UP AT PARTY WHERE PATHETIC TINA IS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these two freaks. They are so desperate for each other's love, its incredible. Love that they "get out" of there and go back to Tina's for ... TEA. A big cup of TEA on her gross little porch.  Again, where is Angie? Sleeping? Wild.  Thank god they start fucking, I was about to go get a big cup of tea and break it over my face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great job fucking, girls, but this was possibly the weirdest music I've ever heard in a sex scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Tina, when you are having an affair with someone and they get up to leave please don't bring up how devastated their cuckold would be, that is NOT smooth. I LOVE YOU THOUGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LESPOTISM ON THE L-WORD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, enough with Cybil Shepard and her damn daughter, Clementine Ford. Obviously, this little lesbo hater is going to get turned to the dark side by the one and only Shane. Phyllis is a fucking moron, trying to get her dumb daughter to learn more about lesbians. Boring and stupid. Shocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANSWER TO LAST WEEK'S QUESTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Alice, "Are you going to dance in your black bra?"&lt;br /&gt;Shane, "Well I was going to, but frankly, I just don't need one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a fact, Shane does not have boobs.  Or maybe she just doesn't need one.  Who knows.  Who cares.  I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JENNY IS AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny is being so hilarious.  i.e. when she gets to the set and says, "I'll get out here and walk down the street to my dreams."  That is fucking funny shit.  Also, she brings up a really good question, "Why DOES Adele know so much about a film set?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH, SHE IS ALSO SO STUPID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck - why the fuck does she fuck Nikki with a mic on? That is just fucking dumb. I mean the entire Nikki being mad at her thing is dumb too, but it's even dumber that she would fuck her in a trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't get how Adele smoothed the whole thing over.  Jenny made her her lover?  WHAT?  Is she King Henry and Nikki Anne motherfucking Boleyn?  Bizarre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny line of the episode: Pointing at Aaron, "he's being so mean to me!!!" with a giant pout on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TINA KICKS ASS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina's whole shtick when Dawn Denbo shows up at the set protesting is priceless.  She actually yells out "she doesn't even live in this neighborhood!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only to be one-upped by Alice:  Fuck you Denbo ... you're a rat fuck."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you Tina and Alice, you are the tops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another awesome Tina line, "Jenny is fucking the star. Or should I say, she's fucking herself," to Bette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ADELE = JENNY, JENNY = ADELE, I = BORED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The single white female transformation is ALMOST complete. She is so wild, especially when Max calls her out and she blames Shane and then Max.  What a waste, what a world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-2921314965300401219?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/2921314965300401219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=2921314965300401219&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/2921314965300401219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/2921314965300401219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2008/02/l-word-lights-camera-action-s5-e6.html' title='The L Word: Lights! Camera! Action! ( S.5, E.6)'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-6331721746338130385</id><published>2008-02-04T11:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T12:58:07.027-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The L Word: Looking at You Kid  (S.5, E.5)</title><content type='html'>The name of this episode is "Looking at You, Kid" - Come on.  This is just getting worse and worse.  If you are going to have a 20 word title that has "looking at you, kid" and not "Here's" you suck.  I'm sorry.  Chaiken-bacon, what are you thinking?  Are ALL the creative juices gone?  Given you are basically just re-filming in the first season, I guess so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LEZ GOILS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first table read was glorious. Just a dream.  However, there were some major mis"casts"/fuck-ups.  BTW - all this meta shit is making it really hard to post eposide recaps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R7c3jPKzrCI/AAAAAAAAAYo/7kopGGCMFc4/s1600-h/lword55_cammie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167660175937743906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R7c3jPKzrCI/AAAAAAAAAYo/7kopGGCMFc4/s320/lword55_cammie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; I'm hot and a lady, how am I at all like Shane?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will accept the Alice subsititute and the Marina subsititute as adequate, not AMAZING, but pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R7c3jfKzrDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/u178t8LPxZ8/s1600-h/lword55_helen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167660180232711218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R7c3jfKzrDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/u178t8LPxZ8/s320/lword55_helen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bitchy, beautiful, and british - poifect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Helena character was fucking amazing. LOVE HER but can we bring the real Helena back, sans Dusty?  That'd be great, you're a doll Chaiken, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That little weird rat of a Tina is funny and hate-able.  Considering she is playing Tina Season 1, that is about right.  Jenny probably cast this troll to piss Tina off.  Well-done Schec!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little sassy Bette-android looks pretty good.  Hope she is as bitchy as Bette was Season 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaay waaaay off on the Kit Kat ... I mean, come on Tina, you are producing this fucking movie and you have lived with big fat Kat as your fucking sister-in-lesbian-law and you cast a little hotty as her?  That is just wrong with a capital big old fat Kit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALICE IS A RETARD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entire "I'm going to out this asshole NBA player" is such a stupid motherfucking thing. Alice is better than that, come on.  Obviously doing this posting to gay-ass OurChart is going to get you press you dumb fuck.  Great timing too with Tasha being court-martialed.  Who is this Alice character who is so narrow-minded and mean to Max and doing RETARDED shit.  You are an idiot and making me very unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHANE, YET ANOTHER RETARD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shane, I have to share something with you.  Not only is sleeping with Cindi sans Dawn DUMB but sleeping with them together is also really dumb because even though Cindi might be hot, Dawn Denbo is totally GRODY.  Let's just assume best case scenario: Dawn's grossness is matched by Cindi's hotness.  Even then you are just breaking even and considering Dawn's grodiness completely outweighs Cindi's relative atractiveness, you are still on the losing side of this double team.  You dug your own grave this time Shanbo.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ADELE IS A DELIGHT... AS ALWAYS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R7c3ivKzrAI/AAAAAAAAAYY/9S_v1GQrybE/s1600-h/lword55_Adele.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167660167347809282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R7c3ivKzrAI/AAAAAAAAAYY/9S_v1GQrybE/s320/lword55_Adele.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Adele you old creep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet again, Adele is dreamy, creepy and weird especially when she was helping Nikki with wardrobe and Jenny told her off with a classic, "Don't listen to her, she wears Mom jeans with a camel toe." She takes too much shit.  When she finally flips out and turns single white female on Jenny it is going to be UNreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POT BROWNIE PARTY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit, I want some pot brownies, they are delicious and get you high. Before the party is in full effect, old Maxwell House calls out Adele on her web of weirdness.  Of course, bitchy/condemnable Alice has to pop in and tell Max off.  I say it all the time but why does Alice have to be such a beast to Max?  Coming from me, you know something is fucking wrong with it.  Did you really need to make fun of Max for "keeping secrets" and telling him he's "one to talk" for questionning weirdo-Adele?  Leave him alone!  Gays should be nice to Tran-men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DOES SHANE HAVE BOOBS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is just an open ended question - answer if you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO SHOCK HERE, KIT IS A MORON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what Kit?  you're a fucking moron for telling Dawn about your fucking drive-through idea, you just ARE. Like of course she is going to fuck you over. You are a moron. How did you even become the owner of The Planet again? Oh, that's right Marina lost her mind and sold it to you and drag-King, Ivan (Kelly Lynch) became your sugar-mama-papa and bought it for you. So, you must have amazing business acumen which we already know if true since you have a SAFE in the back of the place like you are running a 50s barber shop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JENNY QUOTE OF THE EPISODE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tina, Tina! Guess who should be in the movie?! Sounder II!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIDENOTE: remember how fucking crazy Jenny was last season with fucking over that terribly sweet Vet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AGAIN, WHAT HAPPENED TO MY OLD BETTE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to watch Season 1 over this weekend because Bette is a completely different person (so is Tina for that matter but in a good way).  God, Bette you are such a fucking pussy.  I mean, I'm not dense - I understand what the writers are doing with this whole thing but I still hate it.  Bette is acting like the pathetic idiot you fucked because you were drunk and lonely but keeps texting you with dumb questions like "hey, what was the name of that movie you were telling me about again?"  and you text back "Juno" and they text back "Awesome" and you don't text back but then they text you again "Thanks again for telling me what that movie was" and you realize you have a Stage 5 Clinger on your hands.  That is what it was like watching Bette call Tina to ask about picking up their little rodent-gremlin-kid.  I was she was back to bitch-ass Bette who wouldn't give Tina the time of day and instead would say, "You aren't seriously wearing that, are you Tee?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when Tina was a grant writer for a non-profit? I know, I need to move on but I will never get over her status as a VP of a film company.  I refuse to get over it.  It will never happen and I will always complain about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JENNY/SHANE/LEZ GIRLS CAST PARTY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R7c3i_KzrBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/DLB4BkVR-IM/s1600-h/lword55_bffs1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167660171642776594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R7c3i_KzrBI/AAAAAAAAAYg/DLB4BkVR-IM/s320/lword55_bffs1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;See? You two are besties, not Shane and Jenny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. This was so fun for so many different reasons. Let's jump right into it:  Bette meeting Bev.  At first Bette actually seems star-struck upon meeting "Bev" but then she fucking tears hew a new one.  This girl has a lot of balls asking Bette why she cheated on Tina.  So awkward for Tina standing right there., Bette meeting Bev. BTW - hilarious that everyone knows who Nina is in the story.  This all culminates in the best L Word line in history.  "Is she black?" RE: Bette.  We've been asking ourselves that question for the last 20+ years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very frustrating when Tina and Bette pretty much lie to each other and then don't fuck (Tina, "It was a mistake to kiss," Bette, "I love Jodi").  I hate when they don't fuck.  Also, continuity question: how did Tina get outside before Bette?  I'm putting money on her shimmying down the drain pipe.  I don't care if it is a one-story, I don't shit on your fantasies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to the party ... Alice and Shane high = amazing. Especially while eating pot brownies and pretending that the browines are high and hitting on each other. So good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, Alice has put on Adele's glasses and it is cracking my stack.  This show is really good sometimes... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the fucking dance break.  I want to have a big fat hot lesbo dance party, who's with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn Denbo, can you #1 please stop calling yourself, "Dawn Denbo"; #2, stop calling Cindi your "lover"; and #3, can you also try to look MORE like Catherine Keener?  Thanks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, this just in: Dawn Denbo is actually Elizabeth Keener so I apologize to her.  Baby Sis Keens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still hate you Dawn because your plan to get back at SHANE by sabotaging THE PLANET is stupid.  How does that affect Shane?  TP Shane's actual house instead and call it a night.  Or, better yet, kidnap Shane and put whipcream all over her and stick soap in her mouth and plaster her with TP (that was an obscure "Shag" reference if anyone is so inclined...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda funny / weird when Jenny and Nikki re-inact the entire Marina / Jenny seduction and then proceed to fuck in a closet.  I'm just not sensing much chemistry between these two.  I'm not a big fat of Jenny corrupting a young, innocent girl.  It feels yucky to me.  Also makes me feel old for some reason.  Adele was a little pervy taking a baby peak at the sex.  Will she seduce Nikki?  Will she kill her?  Is she Nikki?  Is she Ilene Chaiken?  There is so much mystery and I just have no idea where it will go although I hope murder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved Wwhen the entire group creeped over to Bette's pool, so great ... especially these lines:&lt;br /&gt;Shane: "I used to fuck in this pool."&lt;br /&gt;Tina: "This used to be my pool, let's going swimming."&lt;br /&gt;Alice: "You guys, I think I lost my buzz, I'm going to get another pot brownie."&lt;br /&gt;Bette: "I'd like to make a noise complaint."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Tasha, get over yourself. BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oy, so painful when poor little Tina has to sleep over at her old house ... but let me ask you this, WHO the fuck is taking care of Angie? If one mom is asleep and one mom is wasted, where the fuck is the kid? Seriously, where is the kid? Wow, Jodi is so nice about Tina, I would never let my GF's ex sleep on the couch, I would fucking kick that bitch to the curb. You better believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized something.  Jenny is ALWAYS picking up garbage from the streets and taking them on as projects (Max, Adele, Sounder 1).  How is that for a leitmotif?  Awww, I just remembered when Jenny grabbed Max and dragged him/her to LA to be humiliated by her friends.  Jenny a garbage man.  Nikki is a piece of trash so I think it still works.  I'm bril.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-6331721746338130385?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/6331721746338130385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=6331721746338130385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/6331721746338130385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/6331721746338130385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2008/02/l-word-looking-at-you-kid-s5-e5.html' title='The L Word: Looking at You Kid  (S.5, E.5)'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R7c3jPKzrCI/AAAAAAAAAYo/7kopGGCMFc4/s72-c/lword55_cammie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-3929970114168264087</id><published>2008-01-28T22:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T20:16:19.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The L Word: Let's Get This Party Started (S.5, E.4)</title><content type='html'>I need to just take a minute to say that for the last 4 years I have been totally supportive of the L-Word naming each episode, yes, an "l" word.  sure, it is a bit hoaky but I get it.  From "L'Ennui" of season 1 to "Luminous" of season 2 to "Labia majora" (starting to push it) of season 3 even to Ricky martin-throwback "Livin' La Vida Loca*) of Season 4, I've stood by it.  However, in season 5, it has started to wear out its welcome.  The worse being the wordy mouthful "Let's Get This Party Started."  That has only one little baby "l" word in it.  It is pretty pathetic in my opinion.  I actually think "Losers" would have been better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress (for now).  Let's start this episode dissection with a little anecodate from my life.  I was at the gym in the middle of a Wednesday afternoon with all my best friends.  We were all chatting and catching up while simultaneously riding  bikes, lifting weights and hitting on gir - Shit, I fucked up.  That wasn't my life. It was this goddamn show. COME ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kit is taking a defense class.  Gross.   At least Kit getting robbed by Mangus is finally starting to make sense: it was all a ruse for the writers to get these idiots to the gym at the same time.  And now it is totally believable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R7cO9PKzq6I/AAAAAAAAAXo/KGovo9eISc0/s1600-h/lword54_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R7cO9PKzq6I/AAAAAAAAAXo/KGovo9eISc0/s320/lword54_10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167615542637603746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hotchie. These two are gonna get it on. Love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that Tina and Jenny are "sparring" partners. Mia Kirshner really is doing her best work  this season. But I still beg the question: why do Tina, Alice, and Bette invite Jenny to anything? She clearly hates them all and they hate her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT WEEK SHANE WILL BE IN A FAT SUIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I guarantee it. She's eating like a pig, looking like a pig in shit, and acting like a fucking loser-pig.  This whole "I'm eating a lot and playing video games to distract myself from sex" is so fucking dumb.  Like awful. I swear, Shane is going to be in a motherfucking fat suit next week and I will write the recap with my vagina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R7cO9vKzq8I/AAAAAAAAAX4/OKTxJTUk1EU/s1600-h/lword54_22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R7cO9vKzq8I/AAAAAAAAAX4/OKTxJTUk1EU/s320/lword54_22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167615551227538370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hotchie sexy video game girls turn Shane on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidebar: When I was watching the episode, I wrote down "Thank God Kit is not naked."  And for a good 2 hours, I could not remember why the fuck I had done so.  Then I remembered, when Shane was picturing all The Planet workers naked, I kept praying to my Jesus that she wouldn't turn around and see Kitty Kat au natural.  I would have simply puked in my pants.  Thank you for small miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INTERIOR: DEAN PORTER'S OFFICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting so sick of the deaf signing (no disrespect to all the deafies out there, I love you), but its just getting to be too vulgar. Like, whatever Jodi signed to Bette in her office about her VAGINA (from the hand motions, I imagine it had to do with scooping out a fetus and fucking it) was TOO much.  Even Bette didn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*WHERE THE FUCK IS PAPI??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might remember my asterisk from my first paragraph on this post - indicating the epsiode, aptly named "Livin' La Vida Loca" where the sweet lil' Indian, um I mean Hispanic, Papi was introduced. But can anyone tell me WHERE THE FUCK IS PAPI? We've still got her gal pal, Tasha, but no sign of that good Paps. Where the fuck is she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ADELE IS A DREAMBOAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R7cO9vKzq7I/AAAAAAAAAXw/qvvLLez1m3c/s1600-h/lword54_17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R7cO9vKzq7I/AAAAAAAAAXw/qvvLLez1m3c/s320/lword54_17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167615551227538354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hotchie underneath it all ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of dreamboats, what ever happened to Jenny setting adrift off of the coast? Did she get rescued? Was it even addressed ever?  Ugh, I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But getting back to Adele, she is a delight, I can feel her makeover coming ANY second now.  Also, Nikki, the hot actress who is a closet dyke - which is so amazingly far fetched* but I'm totally into it, is totally going to drop out of the movie after her love affair with Jenny goes sour and sweet-made-over Adele will swiftly step in and star as Jesse. Am I right, or am I right, I'm right, right right right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yes, I helped spread rumors that Lindsay Lohan was hooking up with DJ-Mc-Dykes-Alot Samantha Ronson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, Adele is probably a psychotic mastermind and not the sweet little innoccent street urchin we have come to love.  Let's think about it.  She came into The Planet (not hard to figure out what The PLUTO Cafe was named after in Lez Girls) and sat quietly in the back READING Sum of her (Lady) Parts.  She is dressed EXACTLY like Jenny when Jenny's innocent little baby face showed up in LA.  Now she has worked her way into Jenny's stone-cold heart.  Yes sir, Adele is going pull a Lez Girls on Jenny and it going to be GOOD.  What does that mean?  You tell me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R7cO9_Kzq9I/AAAAAAAAAYA/907bpwygK5Y/s1600-h/lword54_33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R7cO9_Kzq9I/AAAAAAAAAYA/907bpwygK5Y/s320/lword54_33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167615555522505682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hotchie ... I'm sick of you Tasha, take your WHITE suit off, give it to Tina for a date, and go back to the military.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;40s THEMED CLOSET CASE PARTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did Alice go to this weird  Truman Capote-like dinner party from the 1940s? So weird. Right? Kinda getting sick of Tasha, gotta admit it. She hates having a good time.  Not right for that lovely PIE-zecki.  It almost broke my heart when Alice erased the entire chart board, right? So fucking sad. Obviously, this is the last season.  Leave it up to the L Word writers to finally make a good season and then rip it away.  Reminds me of a certain character we once knew.  I won't say her name but it rhymes with Faina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OVER 40+ DYKE DANCE PARTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the new dyke bar in town is like the most happening 40+ scene ever! OMG, Shebar looked TERRIBLE. Why was it jam-packed with old dykes dancing and swaying to gay-ass tunes. If I ever open a dyke bar, it will certainly not be exclusive to the 40+ crowd.  Don't get me wrong, I think Jennifer Beals is incredibly hot and very attractive but if I open a dyke bar and I'm scanning the crowd for people to let in, I'm not choosing the oldie in red with poodle hair.  I'm picking the 20 year old hottie in prostitute's clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HATE MYSELF FOR THIS ... BUT I LOVE IT SO MUCH: BETTE &amp;amp; TINA FINALLY KISS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. Can I just say these last 2 minutes were the most amazing 2 minutes of the L-Word since Alice and Dana got together circa Season 2, Episode 4. I cannot believe that I'm even writing these words but I fucking LOVE Tina and Bette and thank god they finally made out. Embarassingly enough, I watched this scene about 5 times and downloaded the song, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R7cQcfKzq-I/AAAAAAAAAYI/9Mlu-qXzRT8/s1600-h/lword54_42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R7cQcfKzq-I/AAAAAAAAAYI/9Mlu-qXzRT8/s320/lword54_42.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167617179020143586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hotchie ... STOP. In the name of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R7cQc_Kzq_I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/7wEIR6E2a1A/s1600-h/lword54_44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R7cQc_Kzq_I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/7wEIR6E2a1A/s320/lword54_44.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167617187610078194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Before you break Jodi's heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-3929970114168264087?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/3929970114168264087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=3929970114168264087&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/3929970114168264087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/3929970114168264087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2008/01/l-word-lets-get-this-party-started-s5.html' title='The L Word: Let&apos;s Get This Party Started (S.5, E.4)'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R7cO9PKzq6I/AAAAAAAAAXo/KGovo9eISc0/s72-c/lword54_10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-4586407464397518105</id><published>2008-01-21T15:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T20:43:55.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The L Word: Lady of the Lake (S.5, E.3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OPENING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this whole Charlie's Angels thing.  It is hilarious.  Nice to see they are having fun.  Highlights are Bette (Bev) as Charlie (who else would it be?) and Tina as some humdrum ugly guy.  I don't remember who that guy is.  One last thought: Alice's tits look weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG, I just fucking read that this scene was written by a fucking FAN. Yup, that's right the Chaiken Craken has fucking reduced herself to allowing FANFIC on the fucking air. SICK.  The gaydar guns made no sense.  I thought Alice wasn't bi anymore and I don't get why Jenny broke it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Fan written or not, it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GYMBOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's gross. There's something wrong with that girl." Do all these idiots go to the gym at the same time?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R5aaJ_i9emI/AAAAAAAAAXI/TmvF0kRpd7w/s1600-h/gymbos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R5aaJ_i9emI/AAAAAAAAAXI/TmvF0kRpd7w/s320/gymbos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158479919667051106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG, just look at Shane's face. It's hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, damn you whores for taking Dana's name in vein.  You fucking Dana killers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Why does anyone talk to Jenny at all?  I don't get it.  She is such a little bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AT THE PLANET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE that Tina hates OurChart as much as I do.  I'm so sick of it.  Go die, OurChart.  Just stop living.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Was there a contest to have your profile featured on an episode of the L Word?  And if there was, why didn't they screen the contestants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRACE is a FREAK. Why does her dating history consist of only tran-men? That is fucking weird. Wait, is Grace a tran-man too? I just got a good look at her, she has a man's face ... oh wait, you know who she looks like? Celine Dion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Note to Alice, stop being a fucking cunt to Max.  I mean we all fucking hate him. But he fucking set up OurChart for you and these gay blogs, etc. and you fucking refuse to be nice to him. She fucking hates him. Like seriously, hates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note to Shane, stop yelling at Jodie to tell you how to say fuck in sign language.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Note to Kit, hearing about your sister having sex stops being gross when you are about 25.  Considering you are approaching your early hundreds, grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT THE JAIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helena = proud peacock of the jail-house yard. Dealing ciggie butts like she is a fucking pimp. It's hilarious. Like, are ciggies illegal in jail? No they're not so stop act like you are dealing drugs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R5aaKPi9enI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/WJiY-Fw0vD0/s1600-h/dykesinjail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R5aaKPi9enI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/WJiY-Fw0vD0/s320/dykesinjail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158479923962018418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Damn girl, that tooth pick is fucking hot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Dust-pan is sweet but damn ugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WEEKEND AT BIG BEAR ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck happened to Bette? Why the fuck is she nervous to meet a bunch of D-bags? Why is Jodie making deaf people out to be terrible drivers, it's very rude. Seriously though, this weekend get-away has just made Bette out to be the biggest prud , insecure bitch ever. Ugh. It's so annoying, I thought kick-ass Bette from Season One was back.  What happened?  Bette, who cares if these crunchy granola-heads hear you fucking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just play the fucking touch football game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;She certainly looks like a huge man when she is thrown in/comes out of the lake.  I love it.  Poor Jodie can only watch helplessly as that big oaf tosses her in.  I wish she started signing frantically but she just ran like a little midget instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then with the fucking roux, you know what Bette, I don't know how to make a roux either ... BUT if some freaks asked me to start it, I would just say, "Sure, what should I do first?" instead of meekly saying, "I haven't the faintest idea how to make a roux." What annoys me about this entire scene is this idiot Michaelangelo character just wanted Bette to look at some of his GAY-ass art work from Jackson Hole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R5aa7Pi9epI/AAAAAAAAAXg/OznJyKlITPM/s1600-h/gopinginlake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R5aa7Pi9epI/AAAAAAAAAXg/OznJyKlITPM/s320/gopinginlake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158480765775608466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ew. MichaelAngelo's shorts are making me want to puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GEOGRAPHY LESSON IN JAIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Let it be known, I hate Dusty. It is also retarded that she and Helena are having a geography lesson in their nasty cell over a fucking jigsaw puzzle of the Phillipines where DisgUSTY just so happens to OWN a small island.  Not bloody likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad that Holland Taylor is back but seriously, ANOTHER fucking jail-house walk? Are you serious? I guess it was worth it for this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JailDiz: &lt;/span&gt;Ooo Let me eat your pussy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Holland Taylor&lt;/span&gt;: Were I receptive to such a proposition it would first require a full booty check. And were you to past muster, baby, I'd give it to you family style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R5aa6_i9eoI/AAAAAAAAAXY/urFjH0AB8pY/s1600-h/peggyinjail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R5aa6_i9eoI/AAAAAAAAAXY/urFjH0AB8pY/s320/peggyinjail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158480761480641154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"If you are so inclined you can dine on the buffett in my ass"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT! Are you fucking kidding? That #1 made no sense and #2 made NO fucking sense. What would the booty check involve?  How does one pass muster in such an exam?  And finally, please, no family style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TINA FINALLY GETS LAID, THE LITTLE SLUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina. Please stop talking every potential fuck up about Bette.  It is just boring.  Just keep up the fucking like a good girl does.  Well, while you're at it, drop the white pants suit.  Thanks doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me ask all the little dykes out there, does "spread your legs open" really count as "talking dirty" ... not in my world, bitches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why on earth did Mangus rob Kit? I mean, you would think cheating with the german nanny was mean enough but now he's fucking robbing Kit! That is just terrible. Forget this whole joke, I don't even care about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love when Bette packs up their suitcases and picks Jodie up from playing patty-cake on an old infested tire swing.  I could watch Bette tell off meat-head, granola-face all day long.  Never gets old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I can't even really talk about Helena running away with Dustbin. It just makes me too sad to think that she won't be on the show and it makes me too sick to think that we might see scenes of her and DB on the beach hooking up. The whole scenario is lose-lose if you ask me. R.I.P. Helena, I'll remember you fondly from last season when you were delightful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, Let's end with ...&lt;br /&gt;Jenny Quote of the Ep: "Adele, do away with this sweaty mess."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I'm feeling the Adele Transformation coming on SOON ... 10 bucks says next week she looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R5VQkvi9elI/AAAAAAAAAXA/sXrHNexbFYo/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R5VQkvi9elI/AAAAAAAAAXA/sXrHNexbFYo/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158117540391385682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, this is Adele. She hot underneath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-4586407464397518105?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/4586407464397518105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=4586407464397518105&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/4586407464397518105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/4586407464397518105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2008/01/l-word-lady-of-lake-s5-e3.html' title='The L Word: Lady of the Lake (S.5, E.3)'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R5aaJ_i9emI/AAAAAAAAAXI/TmvF0kRpd7w/s72-c/gymbos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-618381962112687028</id><published>2008-01-21T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T20:55:58.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The L Word: Look Out, Here They Come (S.5, E.2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OPENING SCENE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senior Baldie movie exec is yelling at Jenny and Tina about Lez/Les/Las/Ils Girls having more sex in it, which is great for 3 distinct reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When Baldie McGee suggests that Bev and Shaun have sex,  whomever directed this episode obviously just yelled at Jennifer Beals, "Look bored .. Yes, MORE bored. That's great, give me more bored" during this sequence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When Baldies Mags suggests Shaun and Nina have sex, Jenny doesn't even hestitate yelling out ... "No No No, Nobody ever wants to see Nina having sex" ... which is fucking amazing, because honestly, I've been yelling that at the screen for 4 years whenever bigfat pig Tina is having sex. It's also weirdly ironic because this season Tina is actually amazing and hot and might be the only person besides Alice that I'm cheering on in the sex dept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bette and Helena were not fucking they were FIGHTING. Go back, look, they don't even kiss, they are clearly just tearing at each other's hair in a cat fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R5VLpPi9ejI/AAAAAAAAAWw/t_ZU93sXhVU/s1600-h/bette_helenafight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R5VLpPi9ejI/AAAAAAAAAWw/t_ZU93sXhVU/s320/bette_helenafight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158112120142658098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;We fight in pumps. So what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHANE FUCKS A WEDDING PARTY AND I ATE MY OWN FACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to even dignify this storyline with any major commentary ... mainly because the dialogue is so fucking over the top ... "I'm going to have you DO me after you DO them." I remember thinking saying "do" was really funny.  I was 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was pretty amazing though:&lt;br /&gt;Maid of Honor: "Gay people aren't allowed to get married, idiot"&lt;br /&gt;Fake-Lesbo Bridesmaid: "But they can still pretend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TINA BLOWS UP A DATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just plain sad. This woman hates Tina and everything about her. Why does Bette come over and talk to Tina on a date?  That is really stupid and annoying.  How PATHETIC when Tina sits down with her friends after being dumped or "kicked to the curb" as the kids used to say and then says, "Yeah, it was fun, I think we're going to get together again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R5VLo_i9ehI/AAAAAAAAAWg/HNSvnxXlWsQ/s1600-h/grandma_jailhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R5VLo_i9ehI/AAAAAAAAAWg/HNSvnxXlWsQ/s320/grandma_jailhouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158112115847690770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Granny gonna fuck ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELENA GETS ALMOST-RAPED BY YOUR GRANDMOTHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit, I thought I had seen some gross-ass things on The L-World (Kit Porter, Max/Moira, Preggo Tina getting fucked) ... but the old nasty ladies in prison make me want to die. Plus, I didn't know that your grandmother was an actress, congratulations, it is so difficult for women over 50 to get good roles (unless you are Ellen Albertini Dow - way to corner the market).  Anyway, good job Grams.  SIDENOTE:  remember when Michelle Williams on "Dawson's Creek" used to call her grandmother "Grams" all the time?  Ugh, that was fucking terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am, I stupid? Whats the problem with girls dropping a bar of soap?  Is a big dyke going to ram her tit in your butt?  I don't get it.  That wouldn't be so bad.  On the other hand, I could understand not dropping the soap if females picked up soap by standing on their head and spreading eagle.  Otherwise, I think we're pretty safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this grossness culminates in the Dust-bag having a bad dream, Helena waking her up, and then fucking.  I feel like Chaiken has been in jail one too many times.  If you were Ilene Chaiken's cellmate, please comment on this blog and then let's meet up aftwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R5VLpfi9ekI/AAAAAAAAAW4/r2Smk2U1Ok0/s1600-h/tashaisboring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R5VLpfi9ekI/AAAAAAAAAW4/r2Smk2U1Ok0/s320/tashaisboring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158112124437625410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I am so serious ... and boring, very very boring."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TASHA IS SAD ... and BORING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, this entire Tasha being investigated for HOMO conduct is just sad. That's really all I have to say about it becuase honestly, other than being sad, it's really fucking boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JENNY STALKER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, at first I had serious reservations about the Jenny Stalker, but I think this little freakazoid has some major potential. Mainly because, like everyone else, I'm waiting for her make-over a la Rachel Leigh Cook in "She's All That," I'm surprised she wasn't wearing paint-covered overall in the first scene.  But seriously, this girl is obvi going to be hot (aka: will take off glasses, get a dress, and have her hair brushed) in about 2 episodes and probably will take over the movie studio and direct and star in Lez Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny is acting divine again. Seriously, where the fuck did this bitch come from? It's fucking incredible ... she actually made Jenny Stalker kiss her ring. How do any of her friends take her even remotely seriously. Love it. Why is Kit like spoon feeding thoughts to Jenny, "Isn't that a nice thing to say, Jenny?"  She's acting like Jenny is a fucking retard.  Oh wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIDENOTE: Can anybody be nice to Max, besides Kit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R5VLpPi9eiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/CgnUTAxW9jg/s1600-h/Flopsiscrushingme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R5VLpPi9eiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/CgnUTAxW9jg/s320/Flopsiscrushingme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158112120142658082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ahh ... you're floppy... boobies ... ahh ... are ... suffocating ... me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER SIDENOTE: Shane is fucking floppy-titty-bridesmaid, who is SCREAMING and CRYING in the pool house, and NO ONE fucking NOTICES? How is that even possible? Also, if my ex-boyfriend is at a wedding with his WIFE, I don't really think FUCKING the help, helps the situation, at all. This is just so implausible on so many levels ... hence I cannot really even get into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EW ... U-HAUL AS A VERB MAKES ME U-HURL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UGLY FAT WOMAN WALKING...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to L-Word writers and directors ... the jailhouse civilian gauntlet-walk is overdone ... BY YOU. You've already done it like 30 times in the last 2 epsiodes and it wasn't even novel then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EW .. CRIMPAGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is Jodi's hair all krimped (yes, with a "k" like "krumping") out at the restaurant? It looks like fucking shit. Who has time to make her hair THAT ugly? Why do she and Bette insist on making out at the table between bites.  On top of all the stereotypes that Ilene insists on perpetuating, she needs to create a new one: all dykes are immature and inapproriate.  40+ year old dykes don't do that.  Can I tell you a secret, the deaf thing is getting old. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's end with the Jenny quote of the ep ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny, "Tina, What did you get the bride?" ... So amazingly rude. Love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-618381962112687028?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/618381962112687028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=618381962112687028&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/618381962112687028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/618381962112687028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2008/01/l-word-look-out-here-they-come-s5-e2.html' title='The L Word: Look Out, Here They Come (S.5, E.2)'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R5VLpPi9ejI/AAAAAAAAAWw/t_ZU93sXhVU/s72-c/bette_helenafight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-630945468293623013</id><published>2008-01-07T19:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T21:15:38.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The L Word: LGB Tease (S.5, E.1), PART I</title><content type='html'>Boy oh boy, where to even start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll begin by asking the following question which loyal followers of this blog will be thrown by: "Is this the end of the Tina-pig?" Yes, I have previously called the character of Tina the "Tina-pig" because she was an absolute hog both physically, hair-wise, emotionally and in terms of acting ability. Like a baby pig in a trough of shit and gayness. However, and please God do not strike me down... I like Tina. There, I said it. Could this be the hero of Season 5?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152915295613843906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R4LVKPi9ecI/AAAAAAAAAV4/_WHSIbxvB1U/s320/Tina.Pig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Season 5: The Year of the Pig?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OPENING&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I truly miss the old openings of The L Word where they would show random scenes that somehow bore meaning by the end of the episode. However, this opening a la "Stranger than Fiction" preview was pretty fucking awesome. Jenny re-writing Season 1 is kind of kick-ass. Especially when she writes and then edits the description of her ass. Also, how hilarious that Bette, Tina and Shane had to get into their old costumes (yes, costumes - check out Bette) to reinact this scene. I had almost forgotten how ridiculous Bette looked in her she-wolf-granola-dyke dashiki-frock. Thank you Season 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIDENOTE: Jenny types quickly, at a constant speed, and never makes a mistake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;INTERVIEW WITH PRESCHOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole scene... retarded. No one likes a dyke couple so why would anyone like an arrogant, showboating dyke couple (aka: "our house is a gallery," "Angelica has an aptitude for languages," and "did we mention our daughter redecorated the contents of her crib completely adhereing to Feng Shui?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god for these two homo-douches to at least make them look better, comparatively speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIDENOTE: Why is Bette wearing necklaces and baubles from The Dollar Store? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HELENA PREPARES FOR JAIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, Helena looks old and a little haggard. Regardless, I'd still willingly commit a felony if my cellmate was going to be as hot and British as her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE OURCHART VIDEOCAST/THE PLANET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, Phyladyke isn't bothering me as much as last season. That tends to happen to me when people I hate become a couple with someone else I hate. I call it "The Containment Factor" and it basically relies on one fundamental principle: as long as two slags are together, they can't spread their evil to any more of the population. Knowing Phyllis is with Joyce (although the actual visual is disturbing) comforts me to the point of not hating this old fleabag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice looks cute but, I'm sorry, this "OurChart" crap has to stop. Maybe if "OurChart" was actually cool and fun, I'd be more open-minded to this bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is a big fat Cleopatra serving drinks? Oh wait, that is just the Kit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, Max/Daniela Sea BEHIND the camera... what a great idea... just a thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice, please don't say "ladylove." Come on, you're better than that. You set the bar, not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it me or is Alice's total disregard for Max's situation totally out of character and unnecessary? Oh wait, maybe it was written that way because Max can't introduce any issues/storylines on his/her own because of poor acting ability. To be fair, Max is being sweet but needs to go buy that dick, toute suite. I'm sick of sex scenes where someone has to interact with Max's weird fake ween (Billy/Grace). Terrifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasha and Alice are still cute. That hasn't changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bette and Tina arrive a the Planet. Wait a second, Goth Kate is gone?! I loved her, Annabella Sciorra was doing her BEST acting work opposite anyone other than Rebecca de Mornay. I'm pissed. I miss her rattiness and stupid hats. Ugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DYKES BUY A CONDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is boring and bad news. Oh, and stupid. Kristanna Loken is counting down the seconds before she can get out of this fish-fest (for those of you who don't know, Loken hates working on The L Word, hates all the actors, god bless).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually Paige finds Shane "fucking" in the bedroom. I put "fucking" in quotes because I'm not even sure they were doing that. The way I saw it, Shane was lying on her back with pants around her hips and blond-whorebait-realtor was hunched over Shane with her hips on Shane's boobs and her boobs dangling off Shane's head like fringe on a hat. Was the director like, "Good, good. Now, put your boobs over Shane's head and put one hip on one boob... good... now the other. Excellent. Take 1." Needless to say, it was weird. Bye Kristanna Loken, you are truly the last Amazon. I wish you didn't have a right boob (so she could better shoot arrows, you Philistines.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BACK TO PRISON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is Tasha in jail? What did she do? Oh wait, this is just another manly slick-back dyke. My mistake. Representing all kinds aren't you Chaiken? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LEZ GIRLS MEETING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it pronounced "Lez" or "Les"? I feel like they should get this straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, I'm laughing and Jenny has barely said a word. She looks insane in the eyes. Everytime she opens her mouth, my body starts shaking with laughter and my heart fills with joy. The writers have given up on making Jenny at all a human being. I applaud and yet despite their choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad that the guy from "The Princess Bride" has to make a cameo on The L Word to make ends meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little gem where Jenny talks to her assistant is so fucking brilliant that I'm thinking of playing it every time I wake up, every time I get home from work, everytime I'm sad, everytime I'm happy, everytime I'm having sex, et. It transcends everything. Keep in mind that the writing is decent but Mia's performance is DIVINE. Like ridiculously good and hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He hates you... So take him back to the groomers now and get orange ribbons so he can like you again." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PHYLLIS AND JOYCE IN BED, 'NUFF SAID...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll try.  Two words: heebie jeebies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BETTE THE BESTIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shane is sitting depressed (sorta) on her porch and Bette comes over to comfort her. In the previous scene, Bette was looking out for Alice. I love this character development - Bette is being besties/guardian angel to everyone. It's awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TINA SHOWS UP WITH NOTES FOR LOONY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny is wearing a cute little George Washington topping when Tina shows up looking... um, pretty? Can this be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole scene is one of the reasons why I think this is the year of Tina. Her groveling and barely contained contempt is both fun, realistic (except for when Jenny talks), and kind of cool. Poor little Tina. It isn't fun when the power shifts to the crazies. Allegory, Ilene?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny refuses to stop being hilarious - GOD BLESS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE KENNARD-PORTER'S PLAY BY THE POOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Tina doing this shit on purpose? Her bod on the raft looks pretty fucking good for the true piglet of Season 3 (yeah, she was pregs but WHATEV, I can still judge).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for Bette's double-take when she sees Tina floating ever since I saw the previews. Awesome. I could have done without the porn-tune underscore though. Bette is being cute with her magazine and her questions. Tina is being such a coy little former-cochon with her chest and well-placed tit-blocking-objects. I LOVE THIS TINA. Wait, wait a second here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take it back, Tina just ruined the scene with her typical poor acting. Her delivery of the line "You know, it's not like I didn't go for months at a time without having sex when we were together" was so bad and lifeless. Jenny would have taken that line TO TOWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a weird robot says, "I've got to go. I've got to go visit Helena." Seriously, watch it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No there's the Tina I know and hate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this brings us to the half hour mark... I will pick this up soon with Part II. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, stay turned for &lt;strong&gt;"The L Word Season 5 Premiere - Hair Roundup"&lt;/strong&gt; special posting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-630945468293623013?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/630945468293623013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=630945468293623013&amp;isPopup=true' title='74 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/630945468293623013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/630945468293623013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2008/01/l-word-lgb-tease-s5-e1-part-i.html' title='The L Word: LGB Tease (S.5, E.1), PART I'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R4LVKPi9ecI/AAAAAAAAAV4/_WHSIbxvB1U/s72-c/Tina.Pig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>74</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-4749756721961956560</id><published>2007-12-27T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T17:57:57.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Give Dykes A Bad Name</title><content type='html'>To start the New Year off right, I wanted my first post of 2008 to be the launch of a new franchise of postings for AfterPortia. I will call this collection, "You Give Dykes a Bad Name" and it will be sung to the tune of "You Give Love a Bad Name" (obvi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, it is time to call out all those dykes/closet lezzies for the terrible shit they do to give us all a bad name. We'll discuss stereotype propogation (i.e. mullet-rocking, flannel, overalls, hairy legs, bad humor, etc) and general acts of bad taste and refusal to COME OUT. You people must be stopped or, at the very least, made fun of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us begin with quintessentially terrible dyke-icon, Jodie Foster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jodie Foster, you give dykes a bad name for the following reason:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hate to shop for clothes. But I like to shop for toilet paper or hardware" (J.Foster, US Weekly, December 31, 2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148720010213816754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R3Ptkfi9ebI/AAAAAAAAAVw/0DYXUAQWA98/s320/jodesfamily.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yeah, we thought this was GOOD for us, but it's NOT when you say DYKEY shit and refuse to be the DYKE you are, dyke. You are a dyke. A very, very bad dyke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JODES, come on! You refuse to OPENLY talk about your gayness but then you say THIS kind of shit to US Weekly? Badly done, Jodes. Badly done. One, you are pretty much admitting you are a big fat gay without really saying so; two, you are perpetuating the tool-belt-dyke-image I have gone to great lengths to de-bunk (yes, I have avoided every DeWalt I've ever come into contact with); three, you are implying that dykes love taking big ol' shits? You sicken me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I do not appreciate this.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Either fork over your tools and toilet paper or come out of your snooty, elitist, shit-filled closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You are too old for this shit, Jodie, and I'm over you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-4749756721961956560?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/4749756721961956560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=4749756721961956560&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/4749756721961956560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/4749756721961956560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2007/12/you-give-dykes-bad-name.html' title='You Give Dykes A Bad Name'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R3Ptkfi9ebI/AAAAAAAAAVw/0DYXUAQWA98/s72-c/jodesfamily.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-448861845651185331</id><published>2007-11-25T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T23:07:44.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in Love with Dani from "A Shot At Love with Tila Tequila"</title><content type='html'>If anyone out there (gay, straight, or dead) is not watching this show, you MUST start watching it right now if for no other reason than to see my new little lady love, Dani. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R0nOKmuNmqI/AAAAAAAAAVY/IfZl55TOQrI/s1600-h/dani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136863531581151906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R0nOKmuNmqI/AAAAAAAAAVY/IfZl55TOQrI/s320/dani.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Dani is a boi-goil delight and I love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, it's so wrong. I mean, you know how I feel about butchie girls but this little boi-goil has captured my heart in a big way. She is so motherfucking sweet and adorable and pretty much the only lesbo on this show who I would even consider fucking. Seriously, why are they all either rancid (see Brandi) or enormous (see Amanda)? Even if the other ladies weren't major skanks, I would still love that good Dani. I know, she completely embodies every single stereotype that I despise in a lesbian (aka: has a boy's haircut, refuses to wear girl's clothing - like REFUSES, wears shorts while swimming, walks like she is carrying two heavy boulders, sports ties, protects women, is a goddamn firefighter) but I still love her and find her absolutely amazing. Remember that terrible Shane 2.0 monstrocity at the beginning?  Thank god Dani survived and not that loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, remember how cute it was when Dani told T-bag about the first girl she hooked up with and it was like every lil' baby dyke's dream?  How could you not immediately fall in love with that strapping, virile young lass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R0nOK2uNmsI/AAAAAAAAAVo/LlLUqXMas8I/s1600-h/tila_dani_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136863535876119234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R0nOK2uNmsI/AAAAAAAAAVo/LlLUqXMas8I/s320/tila_dani_07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Look at that forearm!  He's a firefighter.  I mean "she".  I mean Danny.  Oops, I mean "Dani."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-448861845651185331?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/448861845651185331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=448861845651185331&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/448861845651185331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/448861845651185331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-in-love-with-dani-from-shot-at-love.html' title='I&apos;m in Love with Dani from &quot;A Shot At Love with Tila Tequila&quot;'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/R0nOKmuNmqI/AAAAAAAAAVY/IfZl55TOQrI/s72-c/dani.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-4480155433527567477</id><published>2007-10-28T19:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T23:18:31.592-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HOSTEL PART II ... Return of the Weiner Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RyUwmysupKI/AAAAAAAAAU4/dboZuoNDtD8/s1600-h/images-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RyUwmysupKI/AAAAAAAAAU4/dboZuoNDtD8/s320/images-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126557193833718946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a WEINER DOG (right? cause its flying through the air?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rented "Hostel II" this weekend (not my finest moment, agreed) but in honor of Halloween and Weiner Dog, I thought it deserved a viewing. Although the movie was nowhere near as gore and tit-filled as its predecessor, it was chock-full of Lesbianishness. (Note: if you haven't seen the original "Hostel" allow me to sum it up: a mix of naked boobs and slaughter (literally, one frame BOOBS, one frame BLOODY SKULL). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RyUwnCsupLI/AAAAAAAAAVA/FmwDpCTAQl8/s1600-h/images-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RyUwnCsupLI/AAAAAAAAAVA/FmwDpCTAQl8/s320/images-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126557198128686258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't get your hopes up, they'll never make out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Right from the start the pseudo-lesibianish is in full effect.  American-student-in-Rome, Beth, is drawing a nude woman in her art class.  Axelle, the tall beautiful model, starts weirdly flirting with Beth who at first, doesn't appear to give a shit.  Of course, Weiner Dog is rearing her ugly head in the background (where she belongs). This weird flirtation slash sexual tension between Beth and Axelle continues throughout the movie although it is never quite consummated.  Kind of sucks but what can you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RyUwoCsupNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/e-WwHWArCpc/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RyUwoCsupNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/e-WwHWArCpc/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126557215308555474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Weiner is gonna getcha, the Weiner is gonna getcha, the Weiner is gonna getchaaaa... tonight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, at the heart of it, Hostel  II is the ultimate return of the Weiner Dog. It might as well be called "Welcome to the Dollhouse, Part II" because it literally is as if the Weiner Dog character grew up, studied abroad, stayed at a hostel and then got fucking slaughtered.  Seriously though, Matarazzo's character is SO mother fucking losery-dorky-annoying that it a perfect illustration of how I imaigne the Ween D is in real life.   A fucking annoying slobbery nuissance (I mean, you've seen Exes &amp;amp; Ohs). Luckily, Weiner Dog gets her ass strung up and slaughtered. Thank you Eli Roth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RyUwnCsupMI/AAAAAAAAAVI/xlYakuPlZLI/s1600-h/images-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RyUwnCsupMI/AAAAAAAAAVI/xlYakuPlZLI/s320/images-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126557198128686274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RyUwnCsupMI/AAAAAAAAAVI/xlYakuPlZLI/s1600-h/images-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RyUwnCsupMI/AAAAAAAAAVI/xlYakuPlZLI/s320/images-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126557198128686274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-4480155433527567477?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/4480155433527567477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=4480155433527567477&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/4480155433527567477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/4480155433527567477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2007/10/hostel-part-ii-return-of-weiner-dog.html' title='HOSTEL PART II ... Return of the Weiner Dog'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RyUwmysupKI/AAAAAAAAAU4/dboZuoNDtD8/s72-c/images-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-8126373288665021320</id><published>2007-10-21T18:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T19:24:22.477-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official: Exes &amp; Ohs is WORST SHOW EVER</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I'm sure you expected me to start posting on each episode of "Exes &amp;amp; Ohs" when it premiered on Logo, right? Honestly, I had completely anticipated happily reviewing each epsiode but after watching the second one I fell into a shitty-tv-induced coma for about 2 weeks and luckily this weekend I emerged.  I was hoping to have had retrograde amnesia preferably back to March 2005 when Season 2 of The L-Word was in full effect and Dana and Alice were finally consummating their sweet, sweet love. However, I woke up with my memory intact and the sick taste of "Exes &amp;amp; Ohs" in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHOW? Is it trying to be funny? Is it trying to be serious? Is that dark-haired-Ellen-wanna-be trying to talk to the camera? Cause none of it is working. Or making ANY sense for that matter. Are any of the characters likeable? fuckable? Ugh, I'm scared to even think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RxvdhxW8gDI/AAAAAAAAAUw/f0hT2_c3YHY/s1600-h/xoMichelleParadise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RxvdhxW8gDI/AAAAAAAAAUw/f0hT2_c3YHY/s320/xoMichelleParadise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123932573319069746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ellen-Oid-Thinga-Ma-Gig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Let's start with Jennifer, the fake-non-funny-curly-haired-Ellen-oid-thingy. She is a film maker ... but a boring documentary film maker. The producer and writer of this show really needs to figure out what the fuck Jennifer is doing there and recast her (self). The "explaining dyke rules" thing is not working. Plus, I've never heard of any of these rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RxvdhRW8gBI/AAAAAAAAAUg/dNtyvdNoeLs/s1600-h/xo102_img14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RxvdhRW8gBI/AAAAAAAAAUg/dNtyvdNoeLs/s320/xo102_img14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123932564729135122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I am Weiner Dog, Hear me ROAR!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you might have guessed the character I hate and don't understand the purpose of the most is ... Weiner Dog ... a.k.a. Crutch. What the fuck is Crutch? What does that mean? Is it a boy or a goil? Why is she friends with these old dykes? As far as I can tell Kris and Chris, Jennifer and even Sam are pushing 35 and yet this weird Crutch thing is dropping by and hanging out with these old Ds. What gives? side note to Weiner Dog - Weiner dog, please never sing again. Ever. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RxvdhhW8gCI/AAAAAAAAAUo/dE1FmEYqYk4/s1600-h/xo102_img16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RxvdhhW8gCI/AAAAAAAAAUo/dE1FmEYqYk4/s320/xo102_img16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123932569024102434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twinsies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kris and Chris are mother fucking SO boring. They are identical, which is a funny joke like in a movie but in a TV show its so fucking redundent its annoying, right? Ugh, barf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RxvdhBW8gAI/AAAAAAAAAUY/uRHZxBE_ltM/s1600-h/xo101_img3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RxvdhBW8gAI/AAAAAAAAAUY/uRHZxBE_ltM/s320/xo101_img3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123932560434167810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who would try to kidnap this large dude (on the left, if you are blind)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sam was the one potential saving grace of the show - a "femme" Shane is what they were going for, right? She even has the occasional funny quip and cuts that freakazoid, Jennifer, down to size, which I enjoy. But she dates giant TRAN MEN who interestingly enough have been featured on E! Investigates: Kidnapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The icing on the cake of this disaster of a dyke comedy is that the coffee shop that they hang out at is called "BEAVER" ... what the fuck? That is fucked up. And I thought I hated "The Planet." If they were going for irony, maybe they should have tried "This Show Sucks Coffee &amp;amp; Tea."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-8126373288665021320?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/8126373288665021320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=8126373288665021320&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/8126373288665021320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/8126373288665021320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-official-exes-ohs-is-worst-show.html' title='It&apos;s Official: Exes &amp; Ohs is WORST SHOW EVER'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RxvdhxW8gDI/AAAAAAAAAUw/f0hT2_c3YHY/s72-c/xoMichelleParadise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-6928998695363315328</id><published>2007-10-07T11:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T12:28:23.785-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Exes &amp; Ohs Preview: Marla Hooch is BACK &amp; GAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/Rwj50_77UDI/AAAAAAAAAUI/rktyJODMGyE/s1600-h/cast-couch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/Rwj50_77UDI/AAAAAAAAAUI/rktyJODMGyE/s320/cast-couch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118615665417867314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logo's "Exes &amp;amp; Ohs" is premeiring tomorrow night - I'm seriously skeptical of this half hour version of the "L-Word" with "real-looking-dykes" mainly because of the "real" looking dyke factor.  Instead of LA, this thing is based in Seattle, which I guess makes the FLANNEL wearing  a little easier to handle. I mean seriously, check out that chick wearing a FLANNEL in that picture ... wait a second ... I think I recognize that thing - and I do mean thing - it's the lovely MARLA HOOCH from dyke-classic "A League of Their Own."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/Rwj50_77UEI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ffZ_eksD2lI/s1600-h/MarlaHooch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/Rwj50_77UEI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ffZ_eksD2lI/s320/MarlaHooch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118615665417867330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always KNEW Marla Hooch was a big old dyke even though she would up married at the end of the movie. From the looks of things life has not gotten much better for that old Hooch - Apparently, they have her chatting up WIENNER DOG of all people at a bar. Look at this Wienner with the purple hair, jesus christ, she still looks like a wienner. Dog. That is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/Rwj50v77UCI/AAAAAAAAAUA/asRX5rZx3N4/s1600-h/matarazzo-megan-bar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/Rwj50v77UCI/AAAAAAAAAUA/asRX5rZx3N4/s320/matarazzo-megan-bar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118615661122900002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-6928998695363315328?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/6928998695363315328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=6928998695363315328&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/6928998695363315328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/6928998695363315328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2007/10/exes-ohs-preview-marla-hooch-is-back.html' title='Exes &amp; Ohs Preview: Marla Hooch is BACK &amp; GAY'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/Rwj50_77UDI/AAAAAAAAAUI/rktyJODMGyE/s72-c/cast-couch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-8963400062270697443</id><published>2007-08-27T20:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T21:27:19.031-04:00</updated><title type='text'>UH HUH HER CONCERT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RtNuPvExrMI/AAAAAAAAAT4/84W9XOtbnIY/s1600-h/IMG_1063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RtNuPvExrMI/AAAAAAAAAT4/84W9XOtbnIY/s320/IMG_1063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103544019354496194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night myself and every other lesbian in NYC went to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uh Huh Her&lt;/span&gt; concert at the Mercury Lounge. It was actually a really good little concert (little in the sense that they only have about 5 songs to play total).  Even though the concert was pretty awesome, some of the best moments came standing on line waiting to get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scene is thus: hot New York street with a huge line of dykes of all shapes and sizes. Most of the conversation on the line consisted of "Well, I left her a my space message that I was coming" and "She just came out like a week ago." Obvi, it was a pretty young crowd not that I'm fucking old or anything, I'm just not an asshole. Anyway, the more "mature" contingent consisted of two old bull-dykes who were pissed that the young prettier dykes kept letting their MySpace friends cut in line.  On an uplifting note, Lea Thompson (of "Space Camp" and "Caroline in the City" fame) sauntered by in her gym clothes.  Of course, the baby dykes went ape-shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another perk of standing in such a line was the peanut gallery comments of grandmotherly passers-by.  Comments like "Why are there only girls here?" and "Is there a boy-band inside?" and my favorite, "So many girls!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RtNs9vExrFI/AAAAAAAAATA/6bcHLbKGUnI/s1600-h/IMG_1062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RtNs9vExrFI/AAAAAAAAATA/6bcHLbKGUnI/s320/IMG_1062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103542610605222994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;THIS is why the girls are lined up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there were some sassy dykes bobbing around saying annoying shit on the phone like, "I bet 20 bucks people are here to see Leisha Hailey, 20 bucks."  Wow, you're a moron. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enought about the line ... the concert was actually really good. One of the first things Leisha and Camilla (non-famous one) noted was that their band name was fucking terrible.  Not in so many words but they at least offered up that it was hard to say.  They suggested calling themselves "U.H.H." which is not much better but I'll take what I can get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point during the show Leisha pulled out a weird hand-made moon-man charm that was "good luck" (Lord knows why they were giving it away but God bless) and threw it into the audience. I think the throwing-of-the-charm was to commemorate their first real gig. They mentioned they had done some "office" gigs before. Um, what offices?  That made no sense.  Regardless, Leisha throws this little weird thing into the audience and it is a horny-dyke-feeding-frenzy on the floor.  You would have thought it was Leisha's vagina itself being thrown.  Of course, an amazing dyko with a woman, I'm sorry "womyn," sign necklace catches the thing and the poses for a glory shot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RtNtgfExrLI/AAAAAAAAATw/9TcDnrPxu5g/s1600-h/fatneckuhhuhher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RtNtgfExrLI/AAAAAAAAATw/9TcDnrPxu5g/s320/fatneckuhhuhher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103543207605677234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"I am womyn, hear me roar and then rip that moon-man out of your mitt"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RtNs9_ExrGI/AAAAAAAAATI/iqf4ie5WWv4/s1600-h/IMG_1064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RtNs9_ExrGI/AAAAAAAAATI/iqf4ie5WWv4/s320/IMG_1064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103542614900190306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"I am fucking awesome, I don't care that I'm not on The L Word"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What I found most eye-opening about the whole concert was how AWESOME Camilla Grey was and how much I now LOVE HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leisha was great too if by "great" you mean standing around in a leopard-print dress swaying back and forth, eating the microphone, pressing the keyboard lackadaisically and thinking about outer space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RtNtf_ExrJI/AAAAAAAAATg/OqwCD2nn5nk/s1600-h/IMG_1071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RtNtf_ExrJI/AAAAAAAAATg/OqwCD2nn5nk/s320/IMG_1071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103543199015742610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;weeee ....woooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RtNs-vExrII/AAAAAAAAATY/r3BKOaUsBAU/s1600-h/IMG_1070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RtNs-vExrII/AAAAAAAAATY/r3BKOaUsBAU/s320/IMG_1070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103542627785092226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;laaaa ....woooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I kid, Leisha was adorable and wonderful and everyone loves her.  I just mean to point out that we need to give Camilla some fucking props here.  Camilla pretty much sang all the songs and was totally awesome.  Obviously, anywhere Leisha and Camilla go besides Clea Duvall's apartment (and probably even there), Leisha gets all the attention. I'm just trying to even the playing field here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I fucking adore Camilla and wish I was Clea Duvall ... My favorite part of the whole night was when Camilla and I played hide and seek while she was on stage. She is so playful. Love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RtNtgPExrKI/AAAAAAAAATo/x3IbP6ufT28/s1600-h/IMG_1072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RtNtgPExrKI/AAAAAAAAATo/x3IbP6ufT28/s320/IMG_1072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103543203310709922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Where are you Cammy!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RtNs9PExrEI/AAAAAAAAAS4/u_Ra62M0OgU/s1600-h/IMG_1058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RtNs9PExrEI/AAAAAAAAAS4/u_Ra62M0OgU/s320/IMG_1058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103542602015288386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OOPS! Found ya! Bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Another highlight - the guitar playing dude in the background. I love this guy. God bless him for being there since no woman there gave a shit about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RtNs-PExrHI/AAAAAAAAATQ/FdUtr728h_U/s1600-h/IMG_1066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RtNs-PExrHI/AAAAAAAAATQ/FdUtr728h_U/s320/IMG_1066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103542619195157618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-8963400062270697443?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/8963400062270697443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=8963400062270697443&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/8963400062270697443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/8963400062270697443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2007/08/uh-huh-her-concert.html' title='UH HUH HER CONCERT'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RtNuPvExrMI/AAAAAAAAAT4/84W9XOtbnIY/s72-c/IMG_1063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-2119133420048478133</id><published>2007-08-25T11:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T15:45:47.108-04:00</updated><title type='text'>South of Nowhere Embargo Lifted</title><content type='html'>So, I have been silently boycotting "South Of Nowhere" this season because of Spencer and Ashley's breakup and the ensuing personality changes/general idiocy. However, this last epsiode was WAY too hilarious to not post on, so I hereby reinstate my written accounts of this terribly awesome show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RtBj__ExrAI/AAAAAAAAASY/k3cZQTGwxJQ/s1600-h/son304_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RtBj__ExrAI/AAAAAAAAASY/k3cZQTGwxJQ/s320/son304_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102688328725146626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 minutes in, I wasn't disappointed and experienced a totally meta moment.  Watching Aiden on his faggy motorcycle, I started thinking "Wow, this show is a piece of shit."  Almost immediately, I registered the lyrics of the background song:  "Swimmin' in the feces."  "YES, EXACTLY!" I thought. I couldn't believe my gay little ears.  I instantly rewound and put on the deaf-people captioning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Water's too dirty"&lt;br /&gt;"Swimmin' in the feces"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, those were the exact lyrics.  Although a courageously accurate description of this show, WHAT THE FUCK WERE THEY THINKING?  Who picked this song?  I wracked my brain for a repressed memory of dressing up like a plumber to gain access to the N studioes and then secretly substituting the feces song into the line-up for S.O.N, Ep. 4. No such memory emerged, so I have to ask that the N immediately fire their music supervisor.  He/she is clearly a fucking mental retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea and Carmen (or as I like to say, baby GinaGersh) were cracking me up in this episode. Kinda hilarious when Chelsea offers Carmen a blank canvas and says "Let's see what you got girl!?"  Call me a loon but I wished Carmen would rip out her tampon, slap it on the canvas, and say "I do menstrual blood-art, you like?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RtBkAPExrBI/AAAAAAAAASg/m82mojsWAdQ/s1600-h/son304_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RtBkAPExrBI/AAAAAAAAASg/m82mojsWAdQ/s320/son304_04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102688333020113938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;"Your period blood moves me, I'm so jealous"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Spencer shows up and says "Hey grrl!" thinking that Carmen was Chelsea.  Side-note: since when do Chelsea and Spencer call each other GRRL all the time?  It's irritating.  Clay didn't even say that and he black.  I hope this is the beginning of Spencer turning black.  My lips to God's ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmen and Spencer start their little flirting dance.  Carmen says, "Do you want to paint?" and what she really meant was "Chelsea spent hundreds of dollars on these canvases and supplies and she's about to become a single mother, shall we waste them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water's too dirty!&lt;br /&gt;Swimmin' in the feces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RtBkAPExrCI/AAAAAAAAASo/DSJxq_QNq_s/s1600-h/son304_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RtBkAPExrCI/AAAAAAAAASo/DSJxq_QNq_s/s320/son304_07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102688333020113954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baby Georgia O'Keefes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Again, I must take a moment to reveal hidden dialogue.  Carmen says "Tell me your story."  Spencer says something completely Spencer-like (aka: boring, shy, annoying, and devoid of sexual undertones) although she really should have said:  "Well, my black brother just died, my girlfriend turned straight, my mom hates me because I'm a dyke, and I'm absolutely terrified to become a fake-aunt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does Carmen know NOTHING about the prom-shooting?  I also find it hard to believe that Carmen is close enough to stop by and ransack Chelsea's drug-dealer-inspired-decor studio but has not asked who the father of her baby is and whether he was alive or not.  AND, you just know that everyone at school has been pointing at Spencer whispering, "There's the dyke whose black brother just died."  Come on Carmen, open your eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water's too dirty!&lt;br /&gt;Swimmin' in the FECES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My absolute FAVORITE part of the scene was these two gay gals trying to suss out each other's dyke-dom and thus seguing into a suspenseful commercial break.  However, the cut to commercial abruptly shows a GIANT YELLOW FULL-LEG CAST.  Totally ruined the momentum.  Its absurd, go back and look.  You won't be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of commercials and fast-forwarding, my DVR went bananas and kept showing scenes of "Dance with Me" set to porno music.  It was wild.  I had to keep fast-forwarding through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RtBkAPExrDI/AAAAAAAAASw/nuZg0FSklDw/s1600-h/son304_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RtBkAPExrDI/AAAAAAAAASw/nuZg0FSklDw/s320/son304_08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102688333020113970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Richard Gere looks weird, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why was Madison like not in this episode at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite line of the episode goes to Aiden when he bitches Ashley out for being a nasty little bi-bitch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have sex with Lily Allen or whoever, I don't care"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a second, do lyrics count as "lines?"  If they do, I'll have to retract and say my favorite line was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATER'S TOO DIRTY&lt;br /&gt;SWIMMIN' IN THE FECES&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-2119133420048478133?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/2119133420048478133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=2119133420048478133&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/2119133420048478133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/2119133420048478133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2007/08/south-of-nowhere-embargo-lifted.html' title='South of Nowhere Embargo Lifted'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RtBj__ExrAI/AAAAAAAAASY/k3cZQTGwxJQ/s72-c/son304_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-2872081324702043943</id><published>2007-08-19T15:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T15:39:38.894-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ELLEN DEGENERES GREETING CARDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/Rsh75hHIXXI/AAAAAAAAARw/3zeq4Mha0NY/s1600-h/IMG_1049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/Rsh75hHIXXI/AAAAAAAAARw/3zeq4Mha0NY/s200/IMG_1049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100462806068125042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today, I was bopping around the Duane Reede (for those dykes outside NYC, think CVS) picking up some Crest Pro Health and Diet Coke when I strolled down the greeting card aisle and was shocked to see a big fat cartoon Ellen smack dab between the Shoebox and the Ebony cards! Not too shaby, Ellen, breaking into the greeting card aisle. Who knew that lesbian greeting cards could take up a quarter of the aisle? I was floored. I dropped my toothpaste and opened up the first card ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Front Read ....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I Hope Your Birthday Brings Everything A Friend Like You Desires ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/Rsh76BHIXZI/AAAAAAAAASA/yCSMYioA6rs/s1600-h/IMG_1051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/Rsh76BHIXZI/AAAAAAAAASA/yCSMYioA6rs/s200/IMG_1051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100462814658059666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hooray for gay greeting cards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; ... I bet the inside says, " ... like a hot girlfriend and the legalization of gay marriage! Happy Birthday!" Let's see ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/Rsh76RHIXaI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkZk7yZTeDE/s1600-h/IMG_1052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/Rsh76RHIXaI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkZk7yZTeDE/s200/IMG_1052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100462818953026978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note: That is not a penis, but my thumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh. These are not for lesbians. These are just for corny 45 year old midwestern women who watch Ellen's show and think she's a girl and ignore "rumors" of her being a lesbian. My mistake. I should have known better, the cartoon is pretty misleading: instead of her regular "homo-ish" gear (blazers, tshirts, sneakers) Ellen has boobies,  a cute top and is fucking a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real question is - are we more offended by the heteroization of Ellen or the dehumorization of her? I mean that card is not funny AT ALL ... like not even remotely (go back and read it again ... ugh. It's just stupid ... and that was the best one there. I mean I saw one with a CAT on it. Ew)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, it's still great that Ellen is rocking her gayness (I'm referring to the cheesiness of the greeting cards, not her fucking Portia De Rossi) in the Hallmark Aisle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-2872081324702043943?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/2872081324702043943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=2872081324702043943&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/2872081324702043943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/2872081324702043943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2007/08/ellen-degeneres-greeting-cards.html' title='ELLEN DEGENERES GREETING CARDS'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/Rsh75hHIXXI/AAAAAAAAARw/3zeq4Mha0NY/s72-c/IMG_1049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-1445574101651377192</id><published>2007-08-12T20:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T21:54:51.259-04:00</updated><title type='text'>REVIEW: HERE'S LESBIAN SEX AND SEXUALITY DVD</title><content type='html'>The we're here, we're queer, get used to it network - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;here! &lt;/span&gt;- is releasing their 6 part series &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lesbian Sex and Sexuality &lt;/span&gt;on 2-DVDS this week. Although, I'm not a subscriber to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;here!&lt;/span&gt; network, I was fortunate enough to take a sneak peek at this little lesbian sex-fest. God, where was this kinda shit when I was 16? In the spirit of giving back the 16 year old me, I'm going to give YOU a sneak preview into a few of the episodes here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best episodes focuses on the genre of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lesbian porn &lt;/span&gt;... which seemed to feature &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mercedes&lt;/span&gt; from ANTM Cycle Two. I had no idea that Lupus-afflicted Mercedes transitioned into lesbian porn. Good for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/Rr-2FKpVezI/AAAAAAAAARg/K3rzYsW0jUs/s1600-h/LSS03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/Rr-2FKpVezI/AAAAAAAAARg/K3rzYsW0jUs/s200/LSS03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097993503080020786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L to R:  The "face of Erocktavision" and the "ass-face of Erocktavision"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavily featured was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dana Dane&lt;/span&gt;, the founder of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Erocktavision&lt;/span&gt;. She is a porn producer slash professional tomboy. And although they call her aesthetic "L-Word-esque," the description is a bit liberal. The look into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Erocktavision&lt;/span&gt; was quite hilarious - with direction like, "ok, now, rub your boobies together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one of the pornstars describes Dana's style  best when she says, "Dana captures more sensuality .. its not like 'I want you to moan a whole lot and make a big fuss or I want you to hang from the rafters and stick shit in each other's asses.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, there was some amazing insight into what pornstars do post-lesbian-sex-scene. I learned two interesting facts... 1,  There is nothing more hilarious slash awkward than 2 girls awkwardly hugging post-wrap after they have just gone down on each other on camera. 2, when a scene ends lesbian-pornstars give the camera-women a celebratory kiss on the mouth (again, after just going down on each other on camera).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They profiled another "up and coming" porn director, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shine Houston&lt;/span&gt;. Shine is an interesting character. She looks exactly exactly exactly like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rick James&lt;/span&gt; and she isn't afraid to channel the inner Rick James in a crazy porn featuring a ton of lesbian freaks called, you guessed it, "Superfreak." My favorite thing about Shine - cause she was alittle scary if I may be frank - was when she said, "I get my inspiration from my inner 14-yr old boy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most shocking thing about lesbian porn to me was this: one of the lesbian pornstar's name was Jiz. That just does not seem right. At all. Wrong really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/Rr-2FapVe0I/AAAAAAAAARo/tYrW9A4xxiY/s1600-h/LSS09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/Rr-2FapVe0I/AAAAAAAAARo/tYrW9A4xxiY/s200/LSS09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097993507374988098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;L to R: Bird, Sabra and Arissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one of my favorite eps featured &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lesbian go-go dancers&lt;/span&gt;. These chicks were both lesbians and go-go dancers at lesbian bars. (One of them looked exactly like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sabra&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; SO You Think You Can Dance&lt;/span&gt;, another looked exactly like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SoArissa&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Real World: Las Vegas&lt;/span&gt;).  Yeah, the other one just looked like a bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This episode was fucking hilarious - mainly because half of the interviews of the go-go dancers were done on a playground - where the dancers slid up and down a poll that children zip down. So terrible. You can even see regular kids and moms hanging out in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These Go-Go Dancers are absolutely wonderful and I love them - mainly because they keep saying how lesbians are so fucking demanding.  Guys just want to see tits bouncing around but lesbians want to see tits plus a dog and pony show. The funniest thing about Go-Go dancers is that Go-Go dancers don't think they are strippers ... um, news flash Go-Go dancers, you are strippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll have to buy the DVD series to see the rest of the episodes - I don't have much bad to say about these little vignettes. The only one I didn't like  was the history of lesbian erotica, which was a bit of a snooze-fest. My only other comment would be I wish they had broadened their range of lesbian commentators .... aka: I'm kinda sick of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diane Cage&lt;/span&gt; (a lesbian sexpert) at this point.  Dykey but funny, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julie Goldman&lt;/span&gt;, in an ep all about fantasy, was hilarious and refreshing. More like her please - but more femme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I thoroughly enjoyed these DVDS, could have used a few more femmes in there ... but really appreciated some of the random femme stuff I had never heard of that they dug up  ... like the &lt;a href="http://http//www.iheartbrooklyngirls.com/meet.html"&gt;I Heart Brooklyn Girls calendar &lt;/a&gt;... which is 12 months of HOT FEMMES ... JACKPOT, made the whole thing worth watching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-1445574101651377192?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/1445574101651377192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=1445574101651377192&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/1445574101651377192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/1445574101651377192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2007/08/review-heres-lesbian-sex-and-sexuality.html' title='REVIEW: HERE&apos;S LESBIAN SEX AND SEXUALITY DVD'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/Rr-2FKpVezI/AAAAAAAAARg/K3rzYsW0jUs/s72-c/LSS03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-5683894275341091882</id><published>2007-08-04T17:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T18:41:37.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Casting News! The Patty Duke Show is back...</title><content type='html'>Great news everybody - one of our favorite 60s sitcoms is coming back! That's right, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Patty Duke Show&lt;/span&gt;, is back ... it's hard to imagine any actress filling Patty's patent leather shoes but in this day and age full of CGI, the effects are going to be amazing - there won't be anything that Patty Lane and Cathy Lane can't do together. Maybe they will cast &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La Lohan&lt;/span&gt; and give that fake dyke a break - she's certainly got the experience (see 1998's "Parent Trap").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ... wait, I've just heard ... they cast 2 actressses to play &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patty Duke &lt;/span&gt;... how interesting ... perhap's they aren't identical cousins... oh wait ... they ARE identical cousins ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RrTtt6pVexI/AAAAAAAAARQ/GeP3WnjVQNs/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 91px; height: 125px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RrTtt6pVexI/AAAAAAAAARQ/GeP3WnjVQNs/s200/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094958451555400466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RrTttqpVewI/AAAAAAAAARI/dxok57Cztdc/s1600-h/images-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RrTttqpVewI/AAAAAAAAARI/dxok57Cztdc/s200/images-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094958447260433154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, these two ladies must have been separated at BIRTH! They are a little butcher than I would have cast, but I say, "kudos - let's be progressive" maybe these new Patty Dukes are gay or something. Wait, a second, I recognize that one on the left, that is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moira/Max &lt;/span&gt;aka &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daniela Sea&lt;/span&gt; .... but I can't quite place that other gal ... oh wait, that's  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zac Efron&lt;/span&gt;, the girliest girl on the tween scene today. Wow, these gals are cute and I think they will do a smashing job revamping this classic show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, obviously, there is NO Patty Duke remake in the works, I made it up... but you have to admit it, based on the identical nature of these ugly misfits, you thought it was real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-5683894275341091882?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/5683894275341091882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=5683894275341091882&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/5683894275341091882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/5683894275341091882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2007/08/casting-news-patty-duke-show-is-back.html' title='Casting News! The Patty Duke Show is back...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RrTtt6pVexI/AAAAAAAAARQ/GeP3WnjVQNs/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-914609351535448257</id><published>2007-07-31T20:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T21:20:53.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'>REVIEW: Uh Huh Her &amp; Clea Duvall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/Rq_cV6pVetI/AAAAAAAAAQw/CMSnfNe9zrw/s1600-h/blackandwhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/Rq_cV6pVetI/AAAAAAAAAQw/CMSnfNe9zrw/s200/blackandwhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093531972657314514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;uh ...huh ... HER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit, I bought &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Uh Huh Her&lt;/span&gt;'s mini-album only out of pure devotion for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leisha Hailey &lt;/span&gt;(she is delightful in every way). I hadn't read any reviews and even choked back the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vom&lt;/span&gt; when I heard &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leisha&lt;/span&gt;'s band name was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Uh Huh Her ...&lt;/span&gt; just try telling your friend: "Oh you have to hear this great new band....  What is the name you ask?  Right, yeah, it is called &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uh Huh Her&lt;/span&gt;." It's the most awkward 3 things to say together, but god bless this little electric-dance-pop duo (even though you sound like a FOOL saying their name).  I REALLY like this little baby album (its only 4 songs).  Obviously I'm terrible at reviewing music but wanted to support the ONLY good thing (despite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Beals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) left in the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "L-Word".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after I listened to the album, I went on over to the &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.uhhuhher.com"&gt;Uh Huh Her&lt;/a&gt; website and I clicked on the gallery. I was quite pleased to find that all the pics of this gay-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;-it-up-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lezzie&lt;/span&gt;-duo were taken by the one and only, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;CLEA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;DUVALL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;, I wonder why &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clea &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Duvall&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is hanging out with two big dizzies ... oh, maybe cause this little &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"But I'm a Cheerleader ..." &lt;/span&gt;star is indeed, as we all expected a BIG FAT DYKE. (BTW, I saw her in Santa Monica once, bopping around with a potentially gay lady - looked a lot like La &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Lohen's&lt;/span&gt; new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt; ... and if that wasn't enough they went straight to FOOT LOCKER on the 3rd Street &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Promenade&lt;/span&gt;, so gay right!?)  And yes, I know because I followed them like the stalker-dyke I proudly am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clea&lt;/span&gt;, gay as she may be, took some cute pics of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Leish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and her band mate (yes, I refuse to name her, although she makes sweet sweet music with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leisha&lt;/span&gt;). Here are some of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Duvall's&lt;/span&gt; pics ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/Rq_cWKpVevI/AAAAAAAAARA/Uxt-32eJ1gE/s1600-h/UHHwall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/Rq_cWKpVevI/AAAAAAAAARA/Uxt-32eJ1gE/s200/UHHwall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093531976952281842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clea: Look gayer .. look more depressed ... perfect! (click)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/Rq_cWKpVeuI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/N50mrYnFxDM/s1600-h/Ctownwalkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/Rq_cWKpVeuI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/N50mrYnFxDM/s200/Ctownwalkin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093531976952281826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Clea: That's right, there ya go, I want to fuck both of you cause I'm gay. (click)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My recommendation ... go forth little baby L-Word loving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;dykes&lt;/span&gt; and downloaded &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uh Huh Her&lt;/span&gt; first few singles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-914609351535448257?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/914609351535448257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=914609351535448257&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/914609351535448257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/914609351535448257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2007/07/review-uh-huh-her-clea-duvall.html' title='REVIEW: Uh Huh Her &amp; Clea Duvall'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/Rq_cV6pVetI/AAAAAAAAAQw/CMSnfNe9zrw/s72-c/blackandwhite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-424005540868483190</id><published>2007-07-25T19:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T19:45:20.937-04:00</updated><title type='text'>L-WORD SEASON 5 PREVIEW</title><content type='html'>So today, I checked out my Our Chart account, and I thought, "Finally my  Our Chart account has paid off with a little L-Word Season 5 preview" becuase our friends Our Chart (that was gay and I know it)  posted some pictures taken by the lovely little &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer Beals&lt;/span&gt; that promised a BACKSTAGE GLIMPSE at Season 5. So I was just about to post these amazing "sneak peaks" when I realized that one is from SEASON 2, like what the fuck Beals, don't say this is a Backstage Glimpse of Season 5 and then fucking give Our Chart pics from Season 2, not cool. I thought the very good Carmen was BACK. Damn you. What a tease. Who knows if these other pictures are from Season 1, 2, 3, 4 or 5! There's not telling ... damn you Beals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, as payback for this ultimate CLIT TEASE ... I re-post these pictures without Jennifer Beals' permission ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are .... let's start with the SEASON 2 fucking clit tease ... god damn I miss that Carmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RqfedKpVeqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/HreMqbtQNgY/s1600-h/L20b_3_42resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RqfedKpVeqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/HreMqbtQNgY/s200/L20b_3_42resize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091282496420936354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the rest can't be that bad right? They can't be a bigger tease than Carmen coming back right? WRONG ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/Rqfec6pVepI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/2TJdMYu6rZE/s1600-h/L2_05resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/Rqfec6pVepI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/2TJdMYu6rZE/s200/L2_05resize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091282492125969042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WHY, WHY, Why did you kill Dana you mother fuckers.  I can't get over how fucking stupid that was. She was like 30. Retarded. Maybe her weird bitter and sad ghost will come back this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let's look at the last sneak peaker ... oh it's our little deaf friend Marlee Matlin. She is delightful ... oh what's that she's reading ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RqfedapVerI/AAAAAAAAAQg/crqBa6ShKs0/s1600-h/Lx2_03resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RqfedapVerI/AAAAAAAAAQg/crqBa6ShKs0/s200/Lx2_03resize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091282500715903666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ew, Marlee is reading her OWN fucking BOOK. What the fuck is her problem!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could have been a great little post exposing some amazing behind the scenes has just turned out to be DEPRESSING, rehashing the loss of two great characters and unvealing the self-absoption of our favorite deaf actress (are there any others).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-424005540868483190?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/424005540868483190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=424005540868483190&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/424005540868483190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/424005540868483190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2007/07/l-word-season-5-preview.html' title='L-WORD SEASON 5 PREVIEW'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RqfedKpVeqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/HreMqbtQNgY/s72-c/L20b_3_42resize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-3976733827546124942</id><published>2007-07-15T09:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T10:39:40.059-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY ... LINDSAY LOHAN IS GAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RpouIA0IPTI/AAAAAAAAAP4/XSnpxYQh-qA/s1600-h/llsr4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087429444260871474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RpouIA0IPTI/AAAAAAAAAP4/XSnpxYQh-qA/s200/llsr4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Yippee, I'm bi."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH! Star Magazine reported this week that &lt;strong&gt;Lindsay&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"Cokehead" Lohan&lt;/strong&gt; truly is bi and in love with a girl! YEAH! How very Angelina Jolie of her ... I hope she tells &lt;strong&gt;Larry King&lt;/strong&gt; all about it soon ... Unfortunately &lt;strong&gt;Larry King&lt;/strong&gt; wouldn't know what the fuck was going on and be like, "So what do two girls do together? Rub boobers together?" Regardless, the world needs more cute gays and bis or trannies or whatever, so I support the Lohan in her gay endeavor.  Plus I've been waiting for the Lohan to come out since &lt;strong&gt;Mean Girls&lt;/strong&gt;, ok, since &lt;strong&gt;Freaky Friday&lt;/strong&gt;, alright alright, since that remake of &lt;strong&gt;The Parent Trap &lt;/strong&gt;(yeah, she was 12, whatever, I still wanted her to be gay).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. It is truly a wonderful wonderful day for lesbians everywhere. Ooo, I wonder what HOTTIE la Lohan is dating ... certainly it isn't sickie &lt;strong&gt;Heather Matarazzo&lt;/strong&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RpouIA0IPUI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q5P_ceim5-E/s1600-h/matarazzo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087429444260871490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RpouIA0IPUI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q5P_ceim5-E/s200/matarazzo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Lohan must have better taste than the weiner-dog, right? Maybe it's &lt;strong&gt;Michelle Rodriguez,&lt;/strong&gt; nah she is alittle old, but they could do drugs together ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RpovEQ0IPVI/AAAAAAAAAQI/nckrW39fOhA/s1600-h/Mugshot__rodriguez+michelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087430479347989842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RpovEQ0IPVI/AAAAAAAAAQI/nckrW39fOhA/s200/Mugshot__rodriguez+michelle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I'm high ... and old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, how about &lt;strong&gt;Clea Duvall&lt;/strong&gt;, she is on "Heroes" ... wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RpouHg0IPQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/P2GYFpILj9A/s1600-h/idnt7b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087429435670936834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RpouHg0IPQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/P2GYFpILj9A/s200/idnt7b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"I'm unhappy cause I'm not out. Oh, I look like a guy too. With a girl's haircut."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or &lt;strong&gt;Kristanna Loken&lt;/strong&gt;, fiesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RpouHw0IPRI/AAAAAAAAAPo/kjD8ZpegJy4/s1600-h/kristanna-loken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087429439965904146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RpouHw0IPRI/AAAAAAAAAPo/kjD8ZpegJy4/s200/kristanna-loken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hotchie. Why doesn's PAIGE look like this on the L-Word, not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, I have a picture of Lohan and her girlfriend.... FUCKING JESUS, Lohan is dating a boy, I was totally wrong, she is not bi afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RpouHw0IPSI/AAAAAAAAAPw/HqlaH3P5jLQ/s1600-h/llsr1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087429439965904162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RpouHw0IPSI/AAAAAAAAAPw/HqlaH3P5jLQ/s200/llsr1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;linds and her ugly boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my bad. That's a girl, yack. That's a girl named &lt;strong&gt;Samantha Ronson&lt;/strong&gt; and that is a boy-girl. Yup. I take back what I said about Lohan, she ain't gay or bi or anything, she's just high and hooking up with what she thinks is a boy. Oh man, someone really should tell her that SAM is a GIRL. Oh well, back to the drawing board.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-3976733827546124942?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/3976733827546124942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=3976733827546124942&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/3976733827546124942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/3976733827546124942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2007/07/finally-lindsay-lohan-is-gay.html' title='FINALLY ... LINDSAY LOHAN IS GAY!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RpouIA0IPTI/AAAAAAAAAP4/XSnpxYQh-qA/s72-c/llsr4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-6546470960093442457</id><published>2007-04-28T12:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T11:36:18.415-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Out (S.2 E.6)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RjYLvgm-zKI/AAAAAAAAAPA/CnoaSGVf9UM/s1600-h/cryinjackie.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059244142232521890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RjYLvgm-zKI/AAAAAAAAAPA/CnoaSGVf9UM/s200/cryinjackie.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;our daddies killed themselves - it turned one of us gay and one of us fat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know, I know, I didn't write about the last two eps of "Work Out" and do you want to know why? Well, because they sucked and bored me to tears. It's true. Admit it. The only interesting thing that came out of those eps was that Jackie and Laurie told everyone that their dads' both committed suicide. Did anyone else notice that when they started talking about this, the therapist dressed like an eskimo's face had an expression that said "FUCK, I am out of my league .. ack." Other than that, the Skylab retreat was LE boring. Even Rebecca throwing water in Jesse's face - not all that great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last ep however, pretty decent. Jesse actually rose in my esteem by apologizing to Rebecca for being a jealous faggot. On a side note, remember how last season Jackie kept telling Jesse he was too fat? Well, in this ep I finally noticed that he looks about 20 lbs lighter. Right? He was a fat cat for a trainer, it's true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059244146527489218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RjYLvwm-zMI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/WTjjCMPhQ6o/s200/erikaangie.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I may look like Angelina but I can't model for shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Damn it - Erika looks exactly like Angelina Jolie ... it's too bad she is a TERRIBLE model, like fucking awful, right? Had no clue what she was doing, which is weird, cause I assume they've done some publicity shots for Bravo, etc. That Brad Pitt "look-a-like" looked like Brad Pitt's second cousin through marriage circa "Thelma and Louise." God, at least shave that dude's head. It was actually pretty funny when they were in Jackie's office and Jackie said that she'd been trying to get Angelina to adopt her for years. Quelle lesbo of you, Jackie. Kudos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love watching Jackie take the fats for a walk in the Ye Olde Super Markete. So hilarious. I can't help but derive pleasure from watching these tortured souls go gaga over candy as Jackie parades them through the aisles, fucking hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059244369865788626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RjYL8wm-zNI/AAAAAAAAAPY/sZzd1TSl_bs/s200/stevelieberman.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Steve Lieberman. Steve Lieberman. Steve Lieberman. Steve Lieberman"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man - how amazing was it when Jackie opened that box of samples and they were fucking atrocious?! Ah, loved it . Steve totally fucked her. What was more amazing still was when Jackie decided to fuck him right back by using his full name over and over again on the voice overs. Like, "I was so shocked when my manufacturer Steve Lieberman sent me shitty samples. I just didn't know what I would even say to Steve Lieberman. How will I confront Steve Lieberman about STEVE LIEBERMAN's shoddy work!?" So amazing. That whole trip was retarded - why didn't she just cancel it, how are you going to sell a clothing line without any samples? But that old Jack(ie) of all trades kinda did pull it out by saying she would be into going to in-store appearances. Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I hate that Meaghan from Star magazine so much. She is an annoying fatcat. And why does Star magazine pay so much that this fatty can pay for SkyLab? Ew. This pig is annoying. What's even more annoying is that she is friends with Nick Veratos from Project Runway. She looked like 2 pigs in a blanket in those dresses. God, she did NOT look good. Yuck. I hate that fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-6546470960093442457?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/6546470960093442457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=6546470960093442457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/6546470960093442457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/6546470960093442457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2007/04/work-out-s2-e6.html' title='Work Out (S.2 E.6)'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RjYLvgm-zKI/AAAAAAAAAPA/CnoaSGVf9UM/s72-c/cryinjackie.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-8096419160962433630</id><published>2007-04-04T20:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T09:12:16.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WORKOUT (S.2 E.3)</title><content type='html'>Hard to believe it but I have JUST been introduced to &lt;strong&gt;Work Out &lt;/strong&gt;and I must say, I'm in love. I cannot believe that I completely missed Season 1 - I don't know what was wrong with me. Don't fret though, I've seen the lesbian light of &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jackie Warner&lt;/span&gt; and it's strong and dykey and full of love. And I'll be watching from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did happen to catch the Season Finale from last year and oh my god, how fucking NUTS was &lt;strong&gt;Mimi&lt;/strong&gt;? Total psychopath. God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to kill &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Greg &lt;/span&gt;with his insane obsession/pursuit of &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Zen&lt;/span&gt;. Um, I don't get it, he is so f-ing awkward, with the constant nonsequitors of "You look really great" after every other sentence, while starting at her. The whole asking her to "be his lawyer" sort of was fucking retarded too. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Zen&lt;/span&gt; was kind of a cunt about the it actually and could not be less interested in this loser. I would praise her if she wasn't such a loser herself. Ok, fine, she's nice and cute or whatever but her comedy routine might as well have included some &lt;strong&gt;Kramer&lt;/strong&gt; remarks because I could not have hated it or her more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhRhXBJMfbI/AAAAAAAAAO4/RFwDEGr-hAA/s1600-h/jackie_203_05_320x240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049768130261056946" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhRhXBJMfbI/AAAAAAAAAO4/RFwDEGr-hAA/s200/jackie_203_05_320x240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Pillow fight!  Jackie, get your hand out of my vagina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is a confession of mine, when I go to my therapist and she tells me, "you should really call some of your friends and go out," I actually CALL FRIENDS AND GO OUT, I don't call my friends and invite them over for a slumber party with a sex/masturbation expert. Do you? Not to mention that that was one of the strangest masturbation/sex experts I've ever seen too, you would think in LA, you could find a "cooler" one. She looked like Mary Kaye saleswoman who went to the wrong house and decided to just play along. How terribly awkward was it when &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jackie&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; went into the bathroom to take "hotchie matchie" cream and rub it on their fucking cliti (plural form)? Fucked up.  Obviously the Avon Lady just gave them some dry-skin lotion and told them it was magical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is going on with this &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; JAP? I don't get it, is she into chicks, just into &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jackie&lt;/span&gt;, just trying to get more screen time, or merely annoyed that she didn't win amazing race? I mean I can't figure it out. Then you've got &lt;strong&gt;Jesse&lt;/strong&gt; at dinner ... oh wait ... I've skipped over an incredibly amazing, I mean AWFUL part of the show ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhRg1xJMfZI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ny--gPCT7w4/s1600-h/zen_203_03_320x240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049767559030406546" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhRg1xJMfZI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ny--gPCT7w4/s200/zen_203_03_320x240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I'm NOT funny. At all. Isn't that funny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;ZEN'S "COMEDY" ROUTINE&lt;/span&gt; ... and I use the word comedy VERY VERY loosely. That was the worst comedy set I have ever witnessed in my entire life. It was FUCKING atrocious. All she did was invite all her co-workers to her set for "support" and then made really really fucking lame jokes about all of them, that no one but them understood ... and even they weren't laughing. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Zen&lt;/span&gt; is kinda pathetic check out her blog on &lt;a href="http://http//www.bravotv.com/blog/zengray/2007/04/the_gregg_and_zen_saga_continues.php?page=4"&gt;Bravo&lt;/a&gt; here is a sampling, "Thankfully, my set goes GREAT! And I’m pleased there is no national bombing on Bravo." Um, news flash &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Zen&lt;/span&gt;, you did BOMB. You were awful. Just read the rest of her blog to find out how UNfunny she really is. Seriously though after watching &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Zen&lt;/span&gt;'s comedy routine, I've decided to go into comedy myself but I'm going to invite my mom and dad to my set and talk to them about growing up.  I won't even make jokes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhRg2BJMfaI/AAAAAAAAAOw/1IH5R7uR-uk/s1600-h/jackie_203_03_320x240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049767563325373858" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhRg2BJMfaI/AAAAAAAAAOw/1IH5R7uR-uk/s200/jackie_203_03_320x240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;One of these things is not like the other. (Yes, one is cross-eyed but that is not what I'm talking about): One is GAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the goods ... So, the whole &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jackie&lt;/span&gt; thing is kind sketchy because &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jackie&lt;/span&gt; is her BOSS! Just because there is four tits between you doesn't mean you don't have to follow the rules of civilized and professional society. Here's my questions, why would they "come out" with their relationship with all the work people around and like make-out for presumably the first time in the hallway of the bathroom after &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jesse&lt;/span&gt; bitches them both out? It just seems so stupid, right? It's just such an amazing recipe for disaster, I cannot wait to see what happens next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-8096419160962433630?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/8096419160962433630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=8096419160962433630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/8096419160962433630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/8096419160962433630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2007/04/workout-s2-e3.html' title='WORKOUT (S.2 E.3)'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhRhXBJMfbI/AAAAAAAAAO4/RFwDEGr-hAA/s72-c/jackie_203_05_320x240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-624228350783515827</id><published>2007-04-02T15:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T21:09:49.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DINAH SHORE WEEKEND RECAP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhFdEJ5ZT7I/AAAAAAAAAMA/sWrLglEIX5c/s1600-h/dinahsign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048918983216549810" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhFdEJ5ZT7I/AAAAAAAAAMA/sWrLglEIX5c/s200/dinahsign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit I arrived at my first Dinah Shore weekend a bit skeptical - pumped for my trip I went online to learn a little more about this hallowed weekend. What I found out rocked my assumptions about the weekend to the CORE. First off, "The" Dinah Shore was NOT a lesbian, I had assumed that the weekend was named after Dinah Shore because she was a biggie closeted dyke from the 50s who maybe had a nice gay beard, but in fact she was a straighty. I mean WHAT - Then I realized that the weekend was actually named after the Dinah Shore GOLF tournament.  I thought my fate was sealed - polo shirts and funny pants - maybe just maybe I would come back having learned golf from Anika Sorenstam after a nice roll in the hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhGjLZ5ZUCI/AAAAAAAAAM4/MW9nOmhit44/s1600-h/IMG_0465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhGjLZ5ZUCI/AAAAAAAAAM4/MW9nOmhit44/s200/IMG_0465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048996073584545826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Giant PALMERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Luckily my spirits were quickly lifted and my mind set at ease when I drove through Palm Springs - which was FUCKING BEAUTIFUL and jam packed with thousands upon thousands of lovely lezzies in all shapes and sizes. It was truly an awesome little slice of dyke heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhGjMp5ZUEI/AAAAAAAAANI/eB7GkKitCEo/s1600-h/IMG_0468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhGjMp5ZUEI/AAAAAAAAANI/eB7GkKitCEo/s200/IMG_0468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048996095059382338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How awesome is this poster? Welcoming dykes to get drunk and screw. Love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were girls with girls EVERYWHERE - so amazing - on the streets, in restaurants, at the bars, in packs and it was glorious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhFeWJ5ZT8I/AAAAAAAAAMI/xltVZPBVjPE/s1600-h/gabbinggals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048920391965822914" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhFeWJ5ZT8I/AAAAAAAAAMI/xltVZPBVjPE/s200/gabbinggals.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look at all these cuties mingling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINAH MOMENT: At about 6pm on Friday, I was walking through town and coming at me are three butch girls - clearly drunk from a day of drinking poolside - and one of them had a white piece of paper taped to her chest with her digits on it. Fucking classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhFeWZ5ZT9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yHw24rIwviU/s1600-h/odliesdrinking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048920396260790226" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhFeWZ5ZT9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yHw24rIwviU/s200/odliesdrinking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is that Kristen Key from "Last Comic Standing"? Maybe, she gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Of course what would a big Lesbian celebration be without the fabulous Sandra Bernhard - I didn't actually see her little show, but she is glorious but hideous in the face. Please enjoy this picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhFeWp5ZT-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/K2FAyWlaW2Q/s1600-h/sandrabernahrdanimal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048920400555757538" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhFeWp5ZT-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/K2FAyWlaW2Q/s200/sandrabernahrdanimal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were plenty of stripper type performances too - including a swirling of rumors that Carmen Electra was coming to town specifically to COME OUT and declare herself a big lady lover with her girlfriend Joan Jett. Only one thing about this rumor shocked me -  I had no idea Joan Jett was a lesbian (Oh come on, Dave Navarro was a damn WOMAN). Carmen Electra has always been a diz. Think about it. Dave wore so much eye make up and did any one see "Til Death Do Us Part", he acted like a damn girl - but seriously, I had NO idea that Joan Jett was a lesbian? What's wrong with me? Maybe she is just too old to be on my radar, I mean gaydar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhFeW55ZT_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JGGVveXi3es/s1600-h/tieguymoneystripper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048920404850724850" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhFeW55ZT_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JGGVveXi3es/s200/tieguymoneystripper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;God Bless these strippers putting up with girls all over them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parties were out of CONTROL - in many ways - firstly, they were SUPER expensive, I mean I guess you should expect to pay top dollar to party exclusively with lesbians (and a handful of gay guys) but if you wind up going be prepared to shell out up to $75 to get in - secondly, after paying that much, you feel the need to drink about 75 drinks, so personally, I was quite a drunk lady ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhFdAZ5ZT5I/AAAAAAAAALw/3RDnUBrqb7s/s1600-h/danceandkiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048918918792040338" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhFdAZ5ZT5I/AAAAAAAAALw/3RDnUBrqb7s/s200/danceandkiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Woo ... We are lesbians!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The White Party - ok there were actually 2 White Parties - not one - because a few years ago the promoters of Dinah broke up so there are actually COMPETING "Dinah Shore" weekends - kind of wild, n'es pas? Anyway, the White Party(s) are pretty impressive. Mainly because when you go for dinner in town (me wearing normal pre-white party clothes) you see tons of hetero couples having dinner in normal outfits and then lesbian hordes and couples show up wearing all sorts of all white elements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhFeXJ5ZUAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/DKK6AeIs1a0/s1600-h/whitedancer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048920409145692162" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhFeXJ5ZUAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/DKK6AeIs1a0/s200/whitedancer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;White Strippers! Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINAH MOMENT: One of my favorite moments was seeing a giant horde of white clad dykes next to a little old rich lady who just happened to be wearing all white that night with her hubby. Tres cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhFex55ZUBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/RfBFytizekM/s1600-h/whiteysarrive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048920868707192850" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhFex55ZUBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/RfBFytizekM/s200/whiteysarrive.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One of these ladies is wearing PINK. While it may be GAY it ain't white!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhFdAJ5ZT4I/AAAAAAAAALo/1SVebxkJ6VY/s1600-h/biggieswhitedance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048918914497073026" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhFdAJ5ZT4I/AAAAAAAAALo/1SVebxkJ6VY/s200/biggieswhitedance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It takes all kinds. This kind is my friend Barbara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhFdD55ZT6I/AAAAAAAAAL4/hiqFy-5wj-w/s1600-h/dancerbikini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048918978921582498" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhFdD55ZT6I/AAAAAAAAAL4/hiqFy-5wj-w/s200/dancerbikini.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hotchie Matchie. I like your legwarmers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parties were great - but my FAVORITE thing was just watching all the ladies strolling through town, as cheesy as it is, it was really fucking cool. Here is a compilation of some of my favorite snap shots of girls and bois about town - please look closely for the very cute cowboy dyke and motorcycle dykes. Love you all, you're the best - see you NEXT YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhGkXJ5ZUJI/AAAAAAAAANw/-FS-WW3WoHQ/s1600-h/IMG_0480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhGkXJ5ZUJI/AAAAAAAAANw/-FS-WW3WoHQ/s200/IMG_0480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048997374959636626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhGjL55ZUDI/AAAAAAAAANA/1xo6Ya4ditk/s1600-h/IMG_0467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhGjL55ZUDI/AAAAAAAAANA/1xo6Ya4ditk/s200/IMG_0467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048996082174480434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhGkWJ5ZUHI/AAAAAAAAANg/LW_Xr-oXKLE/s1600-h/IMG_0478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhGkWJ5ZUHI/AAAAAAAAANg/LW_Xr-oXKLE/s200/IMG_0478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048997357779767410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhGjNJ5ZUFI/AAAAAAAAANQ/LctAi7XBrNM/s1600-h/IMG_0476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhGjNJ5ZUFI/AAAAAAAAANQ/LctAi7XBrNM/s200/IMG_0476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048996103649316946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhGlI55ZUKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/MmHfPt8HhXo/s1600-h/IMG_0489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhGlI55ZUKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/MmHfPt8HhXo/s200/IMG_0489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048998229658128546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhGkVp5ZUGI/AAAAAAAAANY/PNOjiuh9wfo/s1600-h/IMG_0477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhGkVp5ZUGI/AAAAAAAAANY/PNOjiuh9wfo/s200/IMG_0477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048997349189832802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhGlJZ5ZULI/AAAAAAAAAOA/yKuxyKaShX0/s1600-h/IMG_0492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhGlJZ5ZULI/AAAAAAAAAOA/yKuxyKaShX0/s200/IMG_0492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048998238248063154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhGlJ55ZUMI/AAAAAAAAAOI/twNS1icJRMM/s1600-h/IMG_0493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 103px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhGlJ55ZUMI/AAAAAAAAAOI/twNS1icJRMM/s200/IMG_0493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048998246837997762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhGmBp5ZUOI/AAAAAAAAAOY/vXsmh_CGPuM/s1600-h/IMG_0523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhGmBp5ZUOI/AAAAAAAAAOY/vXsmh_CGPuM/s200/IMG_0523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048999204615704802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if this wasn't enough - dykes abounded in the airport too - and I got some pics of them too, but then realized they were probably Midwestern moms. Dykes and Midwestern moms are HARD to tell apart, see if you can tell the difference:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhGmCJ5ZUPI/AAAAAAAAAOg/0KlOhPb7DdM/s1600-h/IMG_0525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhGmCJ5ZUPI/AAAAAAAAAOg/0KlOhPb7DdM/s200/IMG_0525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048999213205639410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dykes or Midwestern moms? Answer: BOTH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-624228350783515827?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/624228350783515827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=624228350783515827&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/624228350783515827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/624228350783515827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2007/04/dinah-shore-weekend-recap.html' title='DINAH SHORE WEEKEND RECAP'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RhFdEJ5ZT7I/AAAAAAAAAMA/sWrLglEIX5c/s72-c/dinahsign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-5386922025515924769</id><published>2007-04-01T19:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T23:46:00.534-04:00</updated><title type='text'>L-WORD: Season 4 FINALE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OPENING SEQUENCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What in the world was going on with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bette&lt;/span&gt; and the street urchin slash homeless woman?/man?  I'm not entirely sure but looks a bit like a big fat bald &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tracy Chap&lt;/span&gt; right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TINA WAS AMAZING THIS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;EP&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot even believe I'm writing these words ... but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt; was 100% awesome in this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ep&lt;/span&gt;. She was maybe the best thing I've ever encountered in my life.  After a season of complete neglect and terribleness, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;-Pig ended STRONG. Her interactions with Jenny were spectacular beginning with her trying to give &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jenny&lt;/span&gt; script-writing books at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Planet&lt;/span&gt;.  Of course, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jenny&lt;/span&gt; refuses to listen to her, because she is off to buy a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pomeranian&lt;/span&gt; ... the look on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;'s face when she says, "how cute," was priceless. LOVED it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY DOES PAIGE HATE HER CHILD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paige&lt;/span&gt; does not like this kid at all any more. She loves &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shane&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shane&lt;/span&gt; alone and wants to fuck her all day and night and neglect her child. It's kinda terrible and I think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shane&lt;/span&gt; knows it too. Weirdness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TASH&lt;/span&gt; AND ALICE SHOWDOWN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone else notice that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alice&lt;/span&gt;'s hair was red and straight in this scene while in every other scene she has blond curly hair? Yeah looks like a bit of a re-shoot to me. I think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alice&lt;/span&gt; also thought that she was talking to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phyllis&lt;/span&gt; by the pool telling &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tasha&lt;/span&gt; to "stop following" her, etc.  Whatever, though.  Best line of this scene, "Who the fuck is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eva Torres&lt;/span&gt;?" This was an excellent question and I'm still confused while &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Papi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; didn't just use "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;PAPI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" on these invites, I mean they were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;photoshopped&lt;/span&gt; pics and the party is at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Purple Stick Bug'&lt;/span&gt;s house, so why did &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Papi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s name even have to be on it? Totally weird &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nonsequitor&lt;/span&gt; of a line, but still hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, why was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alice&lt;/span&gt; wearing a mishmash handcuff &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;decoupage&lt;/span&gt; necklace?  It was kinda cool actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I THINK I'VE LOST MY MIND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, again, I cannot believe the words I'm about to write ... I want &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bette&lt;/span&gt; to get back together. AH. What's WRONG WITH ME? But seriously, it would be kind of great right? As long as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt; keeps up her awesomeness from this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ep&lt;/span&gt; and doesn't revert to her shitty old purse-"lipped" ways. I put "lips" in quotes because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt; ain't got none so it was an inside joke with myself.  Regardless, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt; is amazing to me right now - don't get me wrong, I'm still not buying her "career" but I'm loving her more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great thing about the scene between &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bette&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt; on the set was when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kate Arden&lt;/span&gt; showed up in her beat-down light bright blue Caprice and stuck her fork into some craft service food and just sort of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;flinged&lt;/span&gt; it around. Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY DOES HER OWN CHILD HATE PAIGE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The L-Word&lt;/span&gt; universe seems to have a way of evening out doesn't it? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paige&lt;/span&gt; hates &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jared&lt;/span&gt; and likewise, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jared&lt;/span&gt; hates &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paige&lt;/span&gt;. He was fucking hilarious with, "I don't want you to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lez&lt;/span&gt;." But this whole interaction was so fucking weird. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shane&lt;/span&gt; doesn't really seem to like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paige&lt;/span&gt;, but instead sort of wants a kid. It's so weird. And also, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shane&lt;/span&gt; trying to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;convince&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jared&lt;/span&gt; to accept his mom as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Lez&lt;/span&gt; because then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shay&lt;/span&gt; would be his brother made NO SENSE. First of all, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shay&lt;/span&gt; would be his fucking Uncle, not his brother, and secondly, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shay&lt;/span&gt; doesn't live with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shane&lt;/span&gt; anymore. Fucking weirdness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JOYCE-IN-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ATOR&lt;/span&gt; LOVES TO FUCK FAT BLOND WOMEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just say that the first moment that I heard &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joyce&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phyllis&lt;/span&gt; would meet, I KNEW these two sick fucks would wind up together. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;EW&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joyce&lt;/span&gt; certainly has a type doesn't she?  AKA: there is no difference between a regular &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phyllis&lt;/span&gt; and a pregnant &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;.  Think about it.   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joyce&lt;/span&gt;'s nickname, The Reamer, is fucking disgusting. It makes me want to fucking puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;DYKES&lt;/span&gt; STEAL A SIGN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the cutest scene in a long time, let me count the ways:  1) When &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bette&lt;/span&gt; said she brought steaks and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alice&lt;/span&gt; thought they would make a great lunch, SO CUTE. 2) When they climbed the fence and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alice&lt;/span&gt; sort of tried to get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bette&lt;/span&gt; to call the whole thing off by planting the seed that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt; had replaced her with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kate&lt;/span&gt; and wanted her back. 3) When they jumped over the fence and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bette&lt;/span&gt; threw the steak to the dogs and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alice&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;squealing&lt;/span&gt; and jumping about. 4) When &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alice&lt;/span&gt; wheeled &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shane&lt;/span&gt; away on the dolly. 5) When &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shane&lt;/span&gt; sort of got hit in the "nuts." 6) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alice&lt;/span&gt; getting stuck on the chimney and yelling, "save yourself," and "leave me behind."  These three are so adorable, I just love them and wish they were my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PURPLE STICK BUG OF DEATH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stick Bug&lt;/span&gt; is out of control. I'm still a bit confused how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Papi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Helena&lt;/span&gt; have become fast friends, but it's cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;SCHECTER&lt;/span&gt;/TINA SHOWDOWN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt; was motherfucking awesome in this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ep&lt;/span&gt; and she just keeps getting better and better. First she tries to dupe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jenny&lt;/span&gt; into not coming to the meeting, and then when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jenny&lt;/span&gt; crashes, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt; goes off on her. That was goddamn amazing. How about when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jenny&lt;/span&gt; says, "She just wants to fuck you, " and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kate Arden&lt;/span&gt;'s face is like, "You're a fucking idiot." It's so good. Remember when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt; calls &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jenny&lt;/span&gt; a FUCKING CUNT. A-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;MAZ&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;ING&lt;/span&gt;. However, I must say that her argument was completely retarded.  Last time I checked, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bette&lt;/span&gt; didn't almost lose her job - in fact, I remember an ugly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phyllis&lt;/span&gt; getting quite a jolly old kick out of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jenny&lt;/span&gt;'s "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Bev&lt;/span&gt;."  Also, last time I checked a big-time hot-shot Hollywood producer could afford to support one tiny little brat.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jenny&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sounder 2&lt;/span&gt; were out of hand though and deserved to be put in their places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KATE AND &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;MERKIN&lt;/span&gt; RIP HER A NEW ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;'s ripping of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jenny&lt;/span&gt; was awesome - but the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kate/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Merkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; double team the next day was really amazing. Although we later learn it might have pushed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jenny&lt;/span&gt; over the edge to suicide, it was pretty fucking terrific. Speaking of offing yourself, whatever did happen to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lindsay&lt;/span&gt;? Sounds like she may have killed herself too. "You killed a dog?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Sidenote&lt;/span&gt;: Does &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kate Arden&lt;/span&gt; EVER change her clothes? In every single scene she has on the white &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;kangol&lt;/span&gt; hat and that green army jacket. Get a new outfit already you hot little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;dirtbag&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;KROLL&lt;/span&gt; AND REAMER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;EW&lt;/span&gt;. This is such a DEATH MATCH. When the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joyce&lt;/span&gt; popped up in the door frame, wasn't Tina's face hilarious? Again, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt; was awesome in this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;EP&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of hilarious when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phyllis&lt;/span&gt; called out behind these two idiots, "Oh, we just love to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;architectural&lt;/span&gt; garden tours!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite how utterly SICK this match made in hell is, I do applaud the L Word writers for killing two birds with one stone (I use "bird" in a literal sense when describing the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joyce-Ostrich&lt;/span&gt;).  That is to say that the containment factor of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Kroll&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Wischneia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; relationship is pretty great - aka: no other loved L Word character will have to be hit on by these freaks EVER AGAIN.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHANE / PAIGE DREAM SEQUENCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was wild.  Weird and wild.  And bewildering.  I kept saying to myself, "Damn, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shane&lt;/span&gt; is such a fucking guy."  I said this even before they dressed her up like Ward Cleaver.  She was strolling around wrapped in a towel but with her tits hanging about.  There is possibly no greater outfit for a woman than a towel wrapped about her bod, why would you ruin that image by wearing your towel like a 17 yr old dude in a locker room ...  even if you are a dyke?  Oh Shane.  It was then that I realized why all the straight girls I know would totally "go gay for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shane&lt;/span&gt;" and I have absolutely no attraction.  One more thing I liked about this scene was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paige&lt;/span&gt; as June Cleaver but with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;dykey&lt;/span&gt; wrist-tat.  I never thought I'd see the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DANA WEIRDNESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how happy I was when I saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Erin Daniels&lt;/span&gt; name pop up in the credits in the beginning of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;ep&lt;/span&gt;. I thought, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;, maybe just maybe, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dana&lt;/span&gt; is back from the dead, or maybe just maybe, she has a twin sister. But no, instead, she is back for a one time &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alice&lt;/span&gt; weird ghost fantasy. It left me wondering many things ... Why did she show up drinking a Pepsi? Why does she refer to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tasha&lt;/span&gt; as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alice&lt;/span&gt;'s "friend"? Why does &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alice&lt;/span&gt; fucking hate her? And why must even in death, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dana&lt;/span&gt; be totally and completely depressed (remember the 20 seconds that was her looking sad and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;lamentful&lt;/span&gt; at the end of that scene?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TASHA'S PARTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How in the world did &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Toshi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the street performing homeless dyke show up at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tasha&lt;/span&gt;'s beach party? Like, why does there have to be another character with a T-sh name and does she have be a street performer? Why did &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tasha&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eva Torres &lt;/span&gt;take a romantic walk on the beach? Where did &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jenny&lt;/span&gt; go - is she taking the reverse commute to Haiti? How come she didn't actually take &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sounder 2&lt;/span&gt; with her ... "Since no one wants to ride with me - why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; you and I go take a ride?" ... so sad really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Purple Stick Bug&lt;/span&gt; of doom gambling on EVERY single thing in the world. You stupid stick fuck. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Oigha&lt;/span&gt;. Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tasha&lt;/span&gt;'s friends pissed and grossed out by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alice&lt;/span&gt;? Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BETTE WINS BACK AN &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;AARDVARK&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we please discuss the amazing symbolism of giving a deaf person a gigantic "SIGN" as a token of your love for them? wow. that is powerful - well done &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Chaiken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;et&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;al&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sad that the season is over. Really, really sad. This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;ep&lt;/span&gt; was fucking awesome though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-5386922025515924769?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/5386922025515924769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=5386922025515924769&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/5386922025515924769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/5386922025515924769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2007/04/l-word-season-4-finale.html' title='L-WORD: Season 4 FINALE'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-575623468296267567</id><published>2007-03-23T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T22:27:08.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DINAH SHORE WEEKEND PREVIEW</title><content type='html'>So, I know I've been very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;delinquent&lt;/span&gt; in my postings - I've been working over time at my "real" job - preparing for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vakay&lt;/span&gt; which includes my first trip to the good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' Dinah Shore Weekend. Oh yes, I'm going into the heart of hot steamy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dykedom&lt;/span&gt;, and I'm gonna like it. Or at least take pictures of freaks and laugh at them with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe that Xena and Gabrielle, who are both "not gay" are going to appear at the Dinah? I love when celebs love their gay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;contingent&lt;/span&gt; - like do you think they get paid? What's the benefit of having 5000 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dykes&lt;/span&gt; drooling all over you, unless you can fuck the hot ones? I just don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RE: L WORD POSTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deeply apologize for being about an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;episode&lt;/span&gt; behind - and frankly, I'm not going to be back from Dinah until April 1st - but expect 3 AMAZING postings as soon as I come back - L WORD Episode 11 - L WORD FINALE - and INSIDE DINAH SHORE, literally inside her vagina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-575623468296267567?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/575623468296267567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=575623468296267567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/575623468296267567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/575623468296267567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2007/03/dinah-shore-weekend-preview.html' title='DINAH SHORE WEEKEND PREVIEW'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-4411380767796585776</id><published>2007-03-22T21:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T21:57:51.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>L-WORD: LITTLE BOY BLUE (S.4 E.10)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044927499842336818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RgMu1PmzuDI/AAAAAAAAALU/BDQzCydzvo4/s200/16_8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Yuck, my mommy, er, sorry, Mama "B" is fucking an aardvark!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO sorry, I've had a crazy few weeks and been SUPER busy ... but I'll be back with a vengeance. And when I say vengeance I mean I will fucking tear apart this insane episode from 2 weeks ago. OMG, it was devasting, let's begin the dissection ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;PURPLE STICK BUG IS MENTAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stick bug is a maniac, she must be stopped. Like it's kind of sexy to put lipstick on your girlfriend's stomach, but wouldn't it have been a bit hotter to put it on your own lips and then like kiss the shit out of her stomach - wow that didn't sound sexy at all, it sounded sick. Nevermind. Also, are these two morons even girlfriends? I have no idea what the fuck is going on and I'm not afraid to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;DEAFIES FIGHT IT OUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG - How amazing was the sign language throw-down between Jodi and the dyke she fucked over? So fucking amazing. I love the idea that there is a sign for "fucking cunt." Not bad. I got to learn that one, and since I'm probably as smart as Bette, I've already learned it; it has taken me one nanosecond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RgMu5_mzuEI/AAAAAAAAALc/0_w6EgT1P9Y/s1600-h/8_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044927581446715458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RgMu5_mzuEI/AAAAAAAAALc/0_w6EgT1P9Y/s200/8_12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Blossom is BACK and she's GAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;PAIGE = BLOSSOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is going on with the resurgence of "Blossom"-oid hats on "The L-Word"? (This is a spoiler for the next ep, Shane wears a crazy bowler number) Paige's flop-top blossom hat is nutso but whatever, I love that idiot for trying to love that old Shane-a-ma-doo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;MOIRA/MAX CLAN IS A BUNCH OF FREAKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, Sheboygan. She was a fucking devil. The dad came around a bit and honestly, I don't really blame him for saying Max was a distant cousin or some shit, I mean this is the first time they are seeing old Maximus in full Maximus regalia. It was kinda sweet when the old man called Maxy son too. That was nice. But I wish the old man had stuck up for him a bit and told him to stick around for the funeral. Poor little Maxi-pad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;STORY TIME FOR PAIGE AND SHANE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story metaphor for sex, it's a little retarded, a lot retarded. But sort of adorable because Paige and Shane are pretty fucking cute together. But seriously,"Remember that story in the car that time" doesn't make sense, 2 adult women telling each other stories, like MAYBE, a fucking 4 yr. old would believe that - but not a fucking 10 yr. old. He knows these two are fucking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;LOVE ME SOME KATE ARDEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Kate Arden is a damn dream. Am I right? Annabella Sciorra is fucking hot, right? How did she go from looking like some homely asthma-ridden dumpy mother in "The Hand That Rocks The Cradle" to this masterpiece before us? And, drumroll please, ITS TWENTY+ YEARS LATER!!! (Come to think of it, Julianne Moore looks a hell of a lot better too. DeMornay looks like a hag though - its a shame). And will Tina and Jenny wind up fighting over who gets to fuck this little Italian stallion? I hope so. Tina is so teteering on the edge of dyke-dom, its STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of retarded that Tina dragged her to Bette's dinner party though, right? Yeah, I thought so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;HORSE RACING MADNESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ew. The Papi/Kit sexual disgustingness continues at the goddamn horse races. What the fuck is Papi doing, she is getting closer and closer to fucking this sick bigpigfuck. Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasha and Alice are fucking adorable as always. So, so, so cute. No PDAing for Sergeant Tash-inator though and that was sad when she got caught by the biggest prick in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stick Bug attacks once again - by first getting Helena to loose all her fucking money and by secondly, fucking her against the glass. She is evil. I hope Jared finds her and puts her in a jar and then shoves her in the freezer for a day and then places her under a magnifying glass only to then step on her. Isn't that what boys do? Shane? A little help here?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;DINNER PARTY MADNESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh My God. What happened? This dinner party seemed like it was going to be so good - remember how cute Aardvark and Bette were being with the list and the planning? So cute but what on earth happened? It was a goddamn hot mess. Jode-ster did seem to have no fucking clue what the hell anyone was talking about and didn't seem to want to particpate at all, but at the same time, was smiling and not complaining, oh wait, except when she tore Bette's sphincter out for TRYING to fucking help her. There is a difference between being a control freak and just trying to be nice. Come on Aardvark, what is up with that, Bette doesn't know how the deaf thing works, cut her some slack. Maybe she is a control freak but she is fucking awesome and hot, you should be so lucky you old SICK AARDVARK-ASSHOLE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, there huge fight fucking sucked. I KNEW this wasn't going to last. ANNOYING. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Note, I know this work wasn't my best but I had to do something because I was getting inundated with emails asking "Where are you, you amazing woman?" and I felt guilty. I do apologize for my absence these past few weeks, I promise to be back and be bitchier and wittier than ever. Just bear with me dykes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-4411380767796585776?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/4411380767796585776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=4411380767796585776&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/4411380767796585776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/4411380767796585776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2007/03/l-word-little-boy-blue-s4-e10.html' title='L-WORD: LITTLE BOY BLUE (S.4 E.10)'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RgMu1PmzuDI/AAAAAAAAALU/BDQzCydzvo4/s72-c/16_8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-4581609481465666465</id><published>2007-03-07T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T19:24:10.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>L-WORD: LACY LILTING LYRICS (S.4.E.9.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MARINA PEACOCK MEDLEY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What on earth is going on? Remember back in Season 1/2 when the opening of the show was like a sweet little flash back to something that would reveal its significance by the end of the ep (i.e. &lt;strong&gt;Dana's&lt;/strong&gt; mom having lezzie tendancies as a horseback ridding kiddie?)? Ah those were good times. Now, we are reduced to weirdness all around (need I remind you of last week's "Pet Cemetary"-meets-&lt;strong&gt;Sounder&lt;/strong&gt;-meets-poodle-headed-&lt;strong&gt;Jenny&lt;/strong&gt; opener?). I knew this was a bad omen for what was to come and I wasn't disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TINA AND JENNY'S MADCAP ADVENTURE IN HOLLYWOOD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa. Watching these 2 idiots pop around to different lots to meet various directors was PAINFUL. I just DO NOT accept &lt;strong&gt;Tina&lt;/strong&gt; as a goddamn movie exec. 2 years ago she was fucking writing GRANTS at a goddamn halfway house! What the fuck!? (I know, I know, I say this every single week, but every single week it fucking blows my mind) ... Like remember when &lt;strong&gt;Shane&lt;/strong&gt; was &lt;strong&gt;CamMan's&lt;/strong&gt; (a BIG movie producer) assistant ... Don't you think &lt;strong&gt;Tina&lt;/strong&gt; would have said something SOMETIME about her "past life" as a MOVIE PRODUCER? Like, "Oh, CamMan is great &lt;strong&gt;Shane&lt;/strong&gt;, I worked with her at Sony" or "That mega bitch, she fired me from Columbia Pictures" ... NO, not one peep about it because this made up bizarro story line just popped up out of NOWHERE in season 3 (&lt;strong&gt;BETTY&lt;/strong&gt;! DAMN YOU!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ... enough of that. I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, &lt;strong&gt;Garry Marshall&lt;/strong&gt;, you should know better! But I guess when you've got a closet case for a sister (&lt;strong&gt;Penny Marshall&lt;/strong&gt;) you gotta do cameos on gay shows. On the other hand, Jenny's fucking send up of &lt;em&gt;Pretty Woman&lt;/em&gt; was fucking hilarious - well played (for one second).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SLUMBER PARTY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg how great was it when &lt;strong&gt;Helena&lt;/strong&gt; showed up from Mallorca wearing a fucking Sombrero ... I thought Sombreros were from Mexico not Spain, but I could be wrong. Hilarious none the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039713339998363586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RfColMhmX8I/AAAAAAAAAK0/tNok35KsVyY/s200/10_11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What followed had so much fucking potential - &lt;strong&gt;Tasha&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Helena&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Alice&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Papi&lt;/strong&gt; hanging out in &lt;strong&gt;Alice's&lt;/strong&gt; bed. How fun is that!? Well, it's a total blast until old Leonard fucking shows up and rains on this pussy parade.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039713344293330898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RfColchmX9I/AAAAAAAAAK8/nS4gDIE5-nE/s200/16_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, I don't get it, was &lt;strong&gt;Leonard&lt;/strong&gt; drunk? Cause he was acting all drunkity, but then was kinda sober-ish and his skin was oddly albino/translucent. Weird and a total waste of about 20 minutes of the epsiode. Like, I don't give a shit about &lt;strong&gt;Leonard&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;Phyllis&lt;/strong&gt;. Why isn't she out of our lives yet! Why does &lt;strong&gt;Illene Chaiken&lt;/strong&gt; feel like she has to tell every fucking lesbian who's ever walked the earth's story? Here is a news flash, &lt;strong&gt;Chaiken&lt;/strong&gt;, you only have to tell the stories of the MAIN CHARACTERS and they DON'T have to know every single lesbian ever. Ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R.I.P SHAY AND SHANE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. This was so annoying, I was just starting to like &lt;strong&gt;Shane&lt;/strong&gt; as a mom/dad. This totally rots. I fucking detest &lt;strong&gt;Eric Roberts&lt;/strong&gt; (does anyone watch &lt;em&gt;Heroes&lt;/em&gt;? These two shows combined, while giving him a minor comeback are really making him out to be a fucking dbag).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOIRA/MAX IS GETTING FUCKED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fucking confused. Last week, &lt;strong&gt;Moira/Max's&lt;/strong&gt; work was all tranny-friendly, giving him/her pats on the back and hugs for coming forward to help his officemate. Now, all the sudden everyone fucking hates him and is pushing him out of the company. Am I insane? Is this the same show? What? And on top of that his/her sweet mom who supported him/her DIES! COME ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus&lt;/strong&gt; this episode is fucking DEPRESSING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JODI LOVES BETTE-E-BOOB (what?)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039713348588298226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RfColshmX_I/AAAAAAAAALM/_1DubDqL2bs/s200/30_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweet, sweet love between &lt;strong&gt;Bette&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Jodi&lt;/strong&gt; was just about the only GOOD thing to come out of this episode. They certainly had me thinking that these two love birds' sweet sweet love nest would be ruined ... well played &lt;strong&gt;Illene&lt;/strong&gt;, well well played ... Of course i know what's coming next week, fucking &lt;strong&gt;TINA&lt;/strong&gt; hitting on &lt;strong&gt;Bette&lt;/strong&gt;, I'm sure of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MANGUS MANIA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick of &lt;strong&gt;Mangus&lt;/strong&gt;. He is a goddamn idiot. So he waits around the ENTIRE episode to talk to Kit and when she is finally fucking listening, you know what he says, "I'm stickin'" WHAT? What the FUCK does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALICE AND SHANE ON TOP OF THE WORLD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't it seem like these two were up much higher than they actually were? These two are TERRIBLY cute together - god love them. I must say that last time I defaced a billboard I was arrested and felt up by some dyke in my holding cell. Ok, that was untrue... at least the last part. Whatev, these two are so sweet. They are quite the artistes I must say. However, I'm not entirely sure that making a hot picture of myself look disgusting, stupid and retarded for all the world to see is my idea of therapy but to each her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus! This ep was HORID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me leave you with this final question... which storyline is the LEAST believable?&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Jenny&lt;/strong&gt; actually wrote a novel that was published.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Jenny&lt;/strong&gt; actually wrote a short story and movie studios are FIGHTING over the rights.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Tina&lt;/strong&gt; is a bigwig movie producer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you know what my answer is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-4581609481465666465?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/4581609481465666465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=4581609481465666465&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/4581609481465666465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/4581609481465666465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2007/03/l-word-lacy-lilting-lyrics-s4e9.html' title='L-WORD: LACY LILTING LYRICS (S.4.E.9.)'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RfColMhmX8I/AAAAAAAAAK0/tNok35KsVyY/s72-c/10_11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-90696609536784386</id><published>2007-02-27T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T09:17:17.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'>L WORD: LEXINGTON AND CONCORD (S.4.E.8)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;OPENING SCENE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild. Loved the weird &lt;strong&gt;Sounder&lt;/strong&gt; comes back as a zombie and attacks &lt;strong&gt;Jenny&lt;/strong&gt; in the garden bed. Hilarious - sort of random and went nowhere though, which was weird. But I still liked it. However, what I found even more wild than &lt;strong&gt;Sounder/Kujo/Pet Semetary&lt;/strong&gt; was &lt;strong&gt;Jenny's&lt;/strong&gt; old pubic halo of hair. Now THAT was supernatural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TINA + HITTING ON BETTE = ME PUKING IN MY PANTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew this was going to happen. Goddamn you &lt;strong&gt;Betty&lt;/strong&gt;, why would you even suggest that these two would get back together? WHY? Ugh, be more pathetic &lt;strong&gt;Tina&lt;/strong&gt;. It was YOUR choice to leave even though &lt;strong&gt;Bette&lt;/strong&gt; wanted you back. It was also your choice to sport that disgusting, mop-top-feather-fluff you now call a haircut. Both myself and &lt;strong&gt;Bette&lt;/strong&gt; will forgive you for neither choice you pigola. But wait, what is happening now? &lt;strong&gt;Bette&lt;/strong&gt; is being so nice to you, oh, she is hugging you, awww, this is sweet - wait a second, what is that stage right? It is a deaf aardvark here to steal your dreams. Sucka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that &lt;strong&gt;Angelica&lt;/strong&gt; is signing already. Call me psychotic but I kinda hope that &lt;strong&gt;Jodi&lt;/strong&gt; kills &lt;strong&gt;Baby&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Angelica&lt;/strong&gt; a la &lt;strong&gt;Tonya&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Piddles&lt;/strong&gt;. Ok, that was just wrong. However, how funny would it be if they were all really nonchalant about the baby dying and &lt;strong&gt;Alice&lt;/strong&gt;, in response to everyone talking smack about Jodi, was like, "Yeah, well, I still think she killed Angelica but what...ev...ah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHANE AND PAIGE SITTING ON A PORCH ... K ... I ... S ... S ... I am geeeee-ay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, love the gay PTA action going on with &lt;strong&gt;Shane&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Paige&lt;/strong&gt; - it's quite cute and a bit reminicent of two teenage dykes sneaking around so their parents don't catch them except their parents are named &lt;strong&gt;Jared&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Shay&lt;/strong&gt; and they're 12 years old. However there is one thing I find a bit suspect about this &lt;strong&gt;Lezbinator&lt;/strong&gt;, how does she know about the "mythology" of &lt;strong&gt;Shane&lt;/strong&gt;? She has neither met any of the other friendly lezzies on the show nor is she a part of the old lezbo scene, so how on earth does she know about the "mythology of &lt;strong&gt;Shane&lt;/strong&gt;" as she calls it? Hmmm, I don't know. I have a feeling &lt;strong&gt;Paige&lt;/strong&gt; isn't all she says she is - in fact, I'm specifically picturing &lt;strong&gt;Paige Sobel&lt;/strong&gt; sporting a "I'd Go Gay For &lt;strong&gt;Shane&lt;/strong&gt;" T-shirt before even meeting her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KIT IS A MAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do any of you still have this episode on your TiVo? Go pull up the ep immediately and check out the "&lt;strong&gt;Kit&lt;/strong&gt; Porter: Bareback" poster - the silhouette of &lt;strong&gt;Kit&lt;/strong&gt; looks like it has a GIGANTIC cock against her leg. It's there I swear. I don't understand &lt;strong&gt;Kit&lt;/strong&gt; at all. &lt;strong&gt;Angus&lt;/strong&gt; cheats on you and &lt;strong&gt;Tina&lt;/strong&gt; tells you - so instead of telling off this prick you WAIT until the middle of your first song at your long-awaited record launch during a song about having sex BAREBACK? WHAT? I do not understand nor like you &lt;strong&gt;Kit Porter&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I know &lt;strong&gt;Kit &lt;/strong&gt;always comes across as SO accepting and gay-friendly. I actually believe she is quite the opposite. Sure, she doesn't hate dykes but she sure as hell takes advantage of their libidos. She is ALWAYS turning to lesbians who dig her but only when it is convenient and necessary for &lt;strong&gt;Kit&lt;/strong&gt;. Like don't run into &lt;strong&gt;Papi's&lt;/strong&gt; arms when you have a problem with &lt;strong&gt;Angus&lt;/strong&gt;. It's just weird and sad, you're not gay! Remember her fucked up relationship with the good drag king known as &lt;strong&gt;Ivan, Ivan A. Cock. &lt;/strong&gt;Get a life and some straight friends you dyke-user-and-abuser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. I can't even really talk about the &lt;strong&gt;Papi/Kit&lt;/strong&gt; dance/almost sex scene. My vagina just fell off. I tried to pick it up but it scurried away in fright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LONG LIVE MAX&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even believe I'm saying this but &lt;strong&gt;Max&lt;/strong&gt; is fucking awesome this season - he/she is the fucking best. Standing up for little chickies at the office and standing up to &lt;strong&gt;Jenny&lt;/strong&gt; for being a cunt to all her friends. Loving it. &lt;strong&gt;Max&lt;/strong&gt; is the best. I hope this freaky little intern for Our Chart starts fucking him/her, cause &lt;strong&gt;Max&lt;/strong&gt; needs and more importantly, DESERVES, some girl-loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of &lt;strong&gt;Jenny&lt;/strong&gt;, I'm starting to have some doubts about her recent megalomaniac streak. Also, keep in mind that &lt;strong&gt;Jenny's &lt;/strong&gt;wardrobe always reflects her mental state. Last time we found her dressing like a flapper, she was telling &lt;strong&gt;Max &lt;/strong&gt;he was a freak and would never fit in (this was while she danced around with that French-buck-toother/beav-a-tross). Back to present, even though I hate &lt;strong&gt;Tina&lt;/strong&gt; and do not believe she is a fucking movie producer, I do think that &lt;strong&gt;Jenny&lt;/strong&gt; should fork over the rights to "Lez Girls" to her. Ah, so not a good sign that old &lt;strong&gt;Bette&lt;/strong&gt; was defending &lt;strong&gt;Tina&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;Jenny's&lt;/strong&gt; agents, not good at all. Why can't she and &lt;strong&gt;Tina&lt;/strong&gt; yell at each other again like back in the good old days? Like I don't even get it - 2 weeks ago, &lt;strong&gt;Tina&lt;/strong&gt; was storming into &lt;strong&gt;Bette's&lt;/strong&gt; office waving a piece of paper around and overacting - what happened?? Now we have to hold back vomit while they stroke each other's proverbial cocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOMEONE SAVE HELENA ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before she gets eaten post-coitally by that &lt;strong&gt;Purple Stick Bug&lt;/strong&gt;! What is going on with her? That &lt;strong&gt;Purple Stick Bug&lt;/strong&gt; is taking over &lt;strong&gt;Helena's &lt;/strong&gt;entire life and it's fucking pathetic. Grow a backbone, Peabody, and spend some time with your GD children. I do not like that &lt;strong&gt;Purple Stick Bug&lt;/strong&gt;, not one bit. She totally has a preying mantis head, admit it and while you're at it, also admit that you have NO idea what is supposed to be happening between these two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036403056557852722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/ReTl5VvSiDI/AAAAAAAAAKU/OoR_qzW8z6w/s200/24_1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Stick Bug's Gonna Fuck You ... and Eat You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TASHA IS THE CUTEST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this little soldier. She and &lt;strong&gt;Alice&lt;/strong&gt; are the cutest - but why does &lt;strong&gt;Alice&lt;/strong&gt; insist on wearing &lt;strong&gt;Laura Ingles Wilder&lt;/strong&gt; clothes? When she opened the door to let &lt;strong&gt;Tasha &lt;/strong&gt;in, I actually thought it would be &lt;strong&gt;Michael Landon &lt;/strong&gt;standing outside the door preparing to teach everyone a good and wholesome life lesson. What's next? Is she going to be dressed like a goddamn mormon (not the regular ones, but those polygamist ones who live in the wilds of Utah)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the looks of next week's ep and &lt;strong&gt;Phyllis'&lt;/strong&gt; drunk, angry hubbie, &lt;strong&gt;Alice&lt;/strong&gt; is going to need a solider around to protect her. Jeez louise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY GOD!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last scene of this ep fucking sucked! Why on earth would you bring back &lt;strong&gt;Eric Roberts&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;Shane&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Shay's&lt;/strong&gt; dad, who I'm guessing is named &lt;strong&gt;Shayes. &lt;/strong&gt;I mean, I know why but come on! Give us this honeymoon period just a little while longer. It would be much more heart-breaking if he returned just as &lt;strong&gt;Shane&lt;/strong&gt; was about to sign a lease on an almost-new minivan.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Goddamn You to Hell SIR &lt;strong&gt;Betty&lt;/strong&gt;.(Yeah, I called you Sir, and I'm not going to stop.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LEXINGTON AND CONCORD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh can ANYONE explain the title of this ep? I have no clue ... am I stupid? Or just gay? Or not versed in US History?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-90696609536784386?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/90696609536784386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=90696609536784386&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/90696609536784386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/90696609536784386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2007/02/l-word-lexington-and-concord-s4e8.html' title='L WORD: LEXINGTON AND CONCORD (S.4.E.8)'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/ReTl5VvSiDI/AAAAAAAAAKU/OoR_qzW8z6w/s72-c/24_1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-431290672809802155</id><published>2007-02-27T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T22:15:51.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TOP SECRET: ADDISON SPIN-OFF REVEALED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/ReTy7FvSiEI/AAAAAAAAAKo/EZLB97fgt48/s1600-h/180px-Walsh%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036417380273784898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/ReTy7FvSiEI/AAAAAAAAAKo/EZLB97fgt48/s200/180px-Walsh%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yes this IS the only picture of Addison I have or need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's right, only here at &lt;strong&gt;After Portia,&lt;/strong&gt; do we have a sneak preview of the &lt;em&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/em&gt; spin-off starring &lt;strong&gt;Kate Walsh&lt;/strong&gt; as the lovely "Addison Montgomery" .... Here is a rough sketch of the pilot episode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After a one night stand with Dr. Alex Karev, Addison realizes that she has to cut all ties with Seattle Grace and her past. She packs her things and heads to the airport and moves back East where she finds a job as an OB-GYN in a small hamlet on Cape Cod, also known as Provincetown, Massachusetts. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the first morning she wakes up in her new home, Addison heads to the local coffee shop where she runs into the coffee house owner, Sarah Plimelton (played by Jessica Biel) who is her long lost friend from high school. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sarah and Addison plan on catching up over dinner - they share a bottle of wine and compare war stories (Sarah talks of burned decaf coffee while Addison recounts that one time when she saved 7 sets of premie quintuplets). They also take a little walk down memory lane and remember a particularly steamy session of making out they once exchanged after a field hockey game (they were co-captains). At the time they had chocked it up to adolescent experimentation but silently Addison begins to wonder if it was once something more...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When saying goodbye, things become more awkward as they go to kiss each other on the cheek and accidentally kiss each other on the mouth and linger a bit too long. The awkwardness is broken when Addison's zany neighbor, Mr. Higglesworth (played by Andy Dick) stops by to borrow a cup of sugar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then Addison does doctor stuff - gynie doctor stuff. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-431290672809802155?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/431290672809802155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=431290672809802155&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/431290672809802155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/431290672809802155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2007/02/top-secret-addison-spin-off-revealed.html' title='TOP SECRET: ADDISON SPIN-OFF REVEALED'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/ReTy7FvSiEI/AAAAAAAAAKo/EZLB97fgt48/s72-c/180px-Walsh%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-1651439921057777751</id><published>2007-02-20T19:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T20:55:00.418-05:00</updated><title type='text'>L WORD:  LESSON NUMBER ONE (S.4.E.7)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’d like everyone to know that I will be learning German tonight. I figure if &lt;strong&gt;Bette&lt;/strong&gt; can learn sign language in one day (and sign language IS a language) then I most certainly can learn German tonight. Starting tomorrow I will be posting in my new tongue. Since it doesn’t take that long to do, learn German too and continue reading this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033795587137052466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RduiapM7nzI/AAAAAAAAAIM/sXHLjdNF7sc/s200/2_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't hear you sleep but I can draw you and watch you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So &lt;strong&gt;Bette&lt;/strong&gt; is sleeping and the &lt;strong&gt;aardvark&lt;/strong&gt; is drawing her like a freak. I hate when people wake up in the morning and do shit when there is a naked woman in the bed. When I have a naked woman in my bed, I tend to do something outrageous: I STAY IN BED. God, go to sleep Jodi! Or have sex! Or draw in bed. Don’t get up and sit in that uncomfortable looking chair and draw a la &lt;strong&gt;Sendak&lt;/strong&gt;. This &lt;strong&gt;aardvark&lt;/strong&gt; is starting to annoy me a bit. And yes, her new name is &lt;strong&gt;Aardvark&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;Anteater&lt;/strong&gt; or whichever. Are those the same animal? Oh well, I have no fucking idea but I do know for a fact that &lt;strong&gt;Marlee Matlin&lt;/strong&gt; looks exactly like one… or both… or either. Still love her, don’t get me wrong but I have a compulsion for figuring out what animals people are (see &lt;strong&gt;Tina-pig&lt;/strong&gt;). Oh yes, and quick point: didn’t &lt;strong&gt;Bette&lt;/strong&gt; put &lt;strong&gt;Angelica&lt;/strong&gt; to sleep before &lt;strong&gt;Jodi&lt;/strong&gt; came over? Did she die during the night? I don’t remember &lt;strong&gt;Bette&lt;/strong&gt; getting up in the morning and doing anything besides &lt;strong&gt;Jodi&lt;/strong&gt; and putting on a wife-beater. Not that I’m complaining. I’m with &lt;strong&gt;Jodi&lt;/strong&gt; – babies are stupid. Not to mention completely immature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I would make fun of &lt;strong&gt;Bette&lt;/strong&gt; learning sign language in one day a lot more if &lt;strong&gt;Bette&lt;/strong&gt; didn’t look so GODDAMN CUTE signing. She is by far the cutest signer I’ve ever seen. And I once saw a baby signing to a dolphin. That was cute but &lt;strong&gt;Bette&lt;/strong&gt; is cuter. Her and &lt;strong&gt;Jodi&lt;/strong&gt; are okay (as long as you don’t focus on &lt;strong&gt;Jodi&lt;/strong&gt; when they are kissing - the aardvark leads with its snout, check it out). Anyway, my only real problem is that &lt;strong&gt;Bette&lt;/strong&gt; is being a fucking pussy and I don’t like it one bit. It is obvious this moron is going to get her heart broken by this &lt;strong&gt;Eater of Ants&lt;/strong&gt;. Ugh. Don’t be dumb &lt;strong&gt;Bette&lt;/strong&gt;, you should be breaking hearts. &lt;strong&gt;Nadia&lt;/strong&gt; was only one, there has to be at least 1,000 more at this fictitious lesbian-ridden university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033795587137052482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RduiapM7n0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/bg06OelJjF4/s200/6_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Goodbye Sounder, Hello Love (Sung to the tune of A Chorus Line number - you know what I'm talking about)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jenny&lt;/strong&gt; is burying &lt;strong&gt;Sounder&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Max&lt;/strong&gt; hints to us that &lt;strong&gt;Jenny&lt;/strong&gt; has said some truly nasty shit about &lt;strong&gt;Bette&lt;/strong&gt; in the next installment of her book. LOVE IT. I’m predicting a massive bitch fight between these two hellcats. I feel like they’ve always had this delightful tension and I can’t wait until Bette rips her a new haircut. &lt;-- That didn’t make sense but whatev, I’m allowed. The wife-beater twins are having some early morning hijinx. &lt;strong&gt;Jodi&lt;/strong&gt; is being retarded and making &lt;strong&gt;Bette&lt;/strong&gt; tell her boss about her sex life which is truly absurd. The only redeeming part of this scene was &lt;strong&gt;Bette&lt;/strong&gt; calling &lt;strong&gt;Jodi&lt;/strong&gt; “bad.” BAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033795591432019810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/Rduia5M7n2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/BuXghkHYYZA/s200/10_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Ooga booga. Yack.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay, was it me or was it a fucking leper colony at &lt;strong&gt;The Planet&lt;/strong&gt; in the scene where &lt;strong&gt;Jenny&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Shane&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Alice&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Kit&lt;/strong&gt; are all staring at &lt;strong&gt;Helena&lt;/strong&gt;? Everyone looked so fucking terrible. I couldn’t get over it. Jenny was wearing some heinous yellow-dead-eyes-make-up. &lt;strong&gt;Kit&lt;/strong&gt; was doing a weird pompadour hairstyle and &lt;strong&gt;Alice&lt;/strong&gt; looked like she just came out of the kitchen to call little Timmy to dinner in 1952. At least &lt;strong&gt;Helena&lt;/strong&gt; looked cute. The more ragged and poor this bitch gets, the hotter she is. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tasha&lt;/strong&gt; is all pissed off that &lt;strong&gt;Alice&lt;/strong&gt; slept with &lt;strong&gt;Papi&lt;/strong&gt;. Now, I totally agree that “double dipping” is really quite horrid. I’ve never understood hooking up with someone who has hooked up with a close friend. Makes me feel silly. And whore-ish. No thank you, ma'am. I'll find my own. However, &lt;strong&gt;Tasha&lt;/strong&gt;, if you are really “best friends” with &lt;strong&gt;Paps&lt;/strong&gt; you know that any girl who is her friend must be a former lover so don’t pull this shit now. Nice helmet idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry &lt;strong&gt;Tasha&lt;/strong&gt;, I do love you. Just stop acting shocked. You’re gay, not retarded. I always like to remind dykes of this fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I hear one more thing about &lt;strong&gt;OurChart.com&lt;/strong&gt;, I’m going to put an embargo on the internet for myself. That means no more POSTS, ok? Think about it Ilene. You may not care about my little site now but when I stop and the funny, awesome dykes of the world have no outlet for their frustrations and no one to say the mean shit that they would never say, well, shit is going to hit the fucking fan &lt;strong&gt;Chaiken&lt;/strong&gt;. I’m thinking the French Revolution but with dykes and more dykes and cool hats. STOP WITH THE FUCKING OURCHART. It’s stupid and annoying and unabashedly self-serving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033795591432019826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/Rduia5M7n3I/AAAAAAAAAIs/pR3lBDjqDGQ/s200/12_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jared, shut-up. Mommy is trying to impress Shane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, is &lt;strong&gt;Ms. Sobel&lt;/strong&gt; gay or what? Her poor son wants so badly to believe that she isn’t a huge dyke and while she won’t say she is, she won’t tell the kid she isn’t either. Jeez Louise. I would think that &lt;strong&gt;Ms. Sobel&lt;/strong&gt; would care a bit more about educating her kid who is obviously a homophobe and less about embarrassing the shit out of him in order to educate kids who she did NOT give birth to. This makes no sense. Also, this whole thing is ludicrous… but kind of cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033795591432019794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/Rduia5M7n1I/AAAAAAAAAIc/7f-SUHSGvoM/s200/9_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phyllis&lt;/strong&gt; won’t stop crying and I can’t stop laughing. At one point, she readjusts so that she is half-sitting in poor &lt;strong&gt;Tom’s&lt;/strong&gt; lap. Also, why does &lt;strong&gt;Tom&lt;/strong&gt; have to be there? In fact, why does &lt;strong&gt;Tom&lt;/strong&gt; have a job anymore now that &lt;strong&gt;Bette&lt;/strong&gt; is an expert on sign language? &lt;strong&gt;Tom&lt;/strong&gt;, bitch just stole your job – what are you going to do about it? I liked &lt;strong&gt;Bette’s&lt;/strong&gt; first love story, I hated &lt;strong&gt;Jodi’s&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Bette’s&lt;/strong&gt; reactions to the aardvark are all gems – JB is on fire this season and cannot be stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is &lt;strong&gt;Max&lt;/strong&gt; the best? How did this happen? I feel bizarre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;Tina-pig&lt;/strong&gt; shows up at &lt;strong&gt;The Planet&lt;/strong&gt; to meet with &lt;strong&gt;Jenny&lt;/strong&gt; and ruin &lt;strong&gt;Kit’s&lt;/strong&gt; life. Good for her. Just when I thought her character had no place on the show anymore. Also, allow me a short interlude: is it me or is the hairdresser on &lt;strong&gt;The L Word&lt;/strong&gt; giving EVERYONE the same haircut? There is no difference between the cut of &lt;strong&gt;Tina&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Alice&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;Phyllis’&lt;/strong&gt; hair. At first I thought that &lt;strong&gt;Alice&lt;/strong&gt; had worn &lt;strong&gt;Phyllis’&lt;/strong&gt; hair by accident when &lt;strong&gt;Phyllis&lt;/strong&gt; left it in the bed after they had sex. But now I’m sure that someone is just giving these three the same haircut… and it is a fucking ugly-ass haircut. Knock it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I wish I cared about &lt;strong&gt;Kit&lt;/strong&gt; and the &lt;strong&gt;Anus&lt;/strong&gt;. Just get him off the show and get on with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tina&lt;/strong&gt; trying to woo &lt;strong&gt;Jenny&lt;/strong&gt; into signing the movie rights of her book over to &lt;strong&gt;Shaolin&lt;/strong&gt; was like watching my grandmother try to eat a pickle. In case you don’t know what that is like, picture my grandmother taking 1 hour to get the pickle out of the jar and another 2 trying to get it in her mouth. It is revolting and deeply disturbing. So was this whole thing. Tina sucks, is ugs, and makes me want to die. Kick this bitch off the show. I just know she is going to have to get back together with Bette again. It is obvious that her character can’t stand alone and that sucks… for &lt;strong&gt;Bette&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was fucking hilarious when &lt;strong&gt;Alice&lt;/strong&gt; asked &lt;strong&gt;Tasha&lt;/strong&gt; if she was black. I love these two and I hope they get married. Oh yeah, but the “Ask and Tell” helicopter was ridiculous and completely absurd. That shit doesn’t happen. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033796703828549506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RdujbpM7n4I/AAAAAAAAAJI/HHcXmcbFbY0/s200/20_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um, sweet. But retarded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Helena&lt;/strong&gt; is cracking me up trying to find an outfit to get voluntarily raped in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033796703828549522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RdujbpM7n5I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/XGkkDtgP1fU/s200/22_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am a stick-bug and you owe me 50 large. STRIP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking of voluntary rapists, who is this &lt;strong&gt;Catherine Rothberg&lt;/strong&gt;? First of all, is she a dyke? Second of all, is she a stick-bug? She walks like some kind of humanoid praying mantis. It’s freaking me out. She is too tall. With her and &lt;strong&gt;Kristanna Loken&lt;/strong&gt; on the show, the average height has been raised at least 2 feet. Monsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gay Institute for Kids was, in a word, retarded. I loved it. &lt;strong&gt;Shay&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Shane&lt;/strong&gt; are sweet. I love these two. I still don’t get &lt;strong&gt;Ms. Sobel&lt;/strong&gt; but whatev, she’s cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033796708123516834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/Rdujb5M7n6I/AAAAAAAAAJY/mqfprbnkf4I/s200/23_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, Bette just think of the time Tina bought that dumb Baby-Birth-Machine-Tub without your permission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bette&lt;/strong&gt; has to stop with the fucking drama and waterworks with this loser. Be a man &lt;strong&gt;Bette&lt;/strong&gt; or at least be that kind of woman-man thing we loved at the beginning of this show. Jeez, if you forgot how to do it, go see &lt;strong&gt;Tina&lt;/strong&gt;, scream at her about something unimportant (see above), and then come back to &lt;strong&gt;Jodi&lt;/strong&gt;. Vulny &lt;strong&gt;Bette&lt;/strong&gt; is definitely cute but I’m getting a little worried for this pansy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to be the first to admit that I have no idea what is going on in Movie Land with &lt;strong&gt;Jenny’s&lt;/strong&gt; book. Since when was it even a book? Wouldn’t they be making a movie of “Sum of her &lt;stupid&gt;Parts” before they made a move of “Lez Girls?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so everyone knows, I know a lot of deaf people and when you whisper, “I think I could fall in love with you,” in their ear, they don’t hear it. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033798774002786242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RdulUJM7n8I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/TyNQQJqKrME/s200/25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One at a time, easy does it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ooooh, mama-like &lt;strong&gt;Shane&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Paige&lt;/strong&gt; hooking up. Hotchie. Mama like a lot. They look kind of ridiculous together body-wise but if you train your eye to remain focused on only one at a time, its pretty hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great episode overall (I’m looking at you &lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Robinson&lt;/strong&gt;). Here's to next week's being just as good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;___________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;**  I stole all these pics from AfterEllen and if that makes me wrong, then I don't want to be right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-1651439921057777751?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/1651439921057777751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=1651439921057777751&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/1651439921057777751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/1651439921057777751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2007/02/l-word-lesson-number-one-s4e7.html' title='L WORD:  LESSON NUMBER ONE (S.4.E.7)'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RduiapM7nzI/AAAAAAAAAIM/sXHLjdNF7sc/s72-c/2_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-5835611772320322560</id><published>2007-02-14T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T21:36:52.167-05:00</updated><title type='text'>L Word: 4.6 Luck Be a Lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This latest show was awful.........................ly  AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I'm even hesitant to write a post on it for fear of 1) jinxing the whole thing and 2) having nothing to make fun of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;This was by far the best episode of The L Word to date.  TO DATE.  In general, it was a fine piece of television.  It brought me back to the flair of the Season 1 ep when the girls attempted a sting operation to out Laura but this episode was better in so many ways - not least of all the fact that the Tina-pig was barely in it. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly feel like god has given me new life.  Or maybe its JC, I have no idea.  Someone up there is looking out for us though, I'll tell you that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a second, I even thought to myself, "Wow, has Betty turned it around?" and then I slapped myself in the face and said, "Wait, a second, who wrote and directed this show??" and of course it was Angela Robinson, the genius behind D.E.B.S. God bless and keep you Angela Robinson. I hope Showtime hires you and kicks Betty to the curb. In fact, should we start a letter campaign? Who's in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm without speech, the grandness of this episode in its entirety (down to the Max storyline) has rendered me speechless.  But of course I'll give it a try.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening Phone Calls&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Just wonderful.  Every character was so perfectly encapsulated in this opening montage of split screens.  Stand-outs were...  well, actually everyone.  Here are some highlights:&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shane:  Lights a smoke while Alice is yammering away on the phone.    I have to say that I've done this many times to friends and family.  Also, when Shane approaches Jenny at The Planet, she says, "hey mama" - Jenny is unfazed.  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bette: Fuck you James! Just fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;How I've missed Bette's tyrannical abuse of poor James.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny's revenge  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ah, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jenny&lt;/span&gt;! You are so amazing this season - like what happened? I had completely written you off last season with your crazy circus flash backs and all the sudden this season you are a god damn idiot savant. Minus the idiot. Anyway, I digress, it was so amazing when she completely fucked &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Merkin &lt;/span&gt;with the entire borrowing a rando's cell phone to pretend to be an editor for "C Magazine" and of course  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Merk&lt;/span&gt; falls hook line and sinker. Leaving old &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lindsay&lt;/span&gt; ripe for the taking!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina is  a damn maniac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There is nothing better than a good bitch fest between &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bette&lt;/span&gt;. Ah. Fighting over a toddler's education is so stupid and only Bette and Tina can do it right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sidebar:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt; was on screen for just the right amount of time, three minutes of screaming with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bette&lt;/span&gt;, than running away never to return. poifect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Poker game at Alice's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ok, when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Helena&lt;/span&gt; was all, "Oh, poker is not my game," I knew right away this idiot was going to lose big by the time this ep was over. Oh yeah. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angie&lt;/span&gt;, baby, you were setting us up pretty good right there. The whole poker game was pretty damn comical, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Papi&lt;/span&gt; juggling those 2 broads; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tascha&lt;/span&gt; punching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alice&lt;/span&gt; in the face - quite a hoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sidebar:&lt;/span&gt; Tascha, not my type but very likable ... she could stand to dress better it is L.A., there is no reason to wear a black button down ... I do want to take the time to applaud the L-Word for introducing us to a character slowly, that we can actually get to know and genuinely like ... unlike some guest-stars (i.e. CYBIL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bette vs. Mangus: Round 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing like a pussy-boy-cheater being bitched out by a former-cheater-power dyke in her office. AH. this was such a fucking good scene. Loved that Bette threw some ear-muffs on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angelica&lt;/span&gt; before calling him out on fucking the nanny. So good. Well played &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bette&lt;/span&gt;. Let's be real, Bette is going to quite an earful (Girl, no you didn't know!)  from her BIG SISTER when Kit finds out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R.I.P. Debbie, owner of Sounder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I felt like my heart was being ripped out when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jenny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Lindsay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; were hanging out pre-cover-blowage. This scene also had a prime example of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Jenny's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;new found brilliance:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: That fucking vagina wig.&lt;br /&gt;Lindsay: What?&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: Oh, that's just something I call my little baby niece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I told you&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Jenny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;was awesome now ... and that's why it was all the more devastating when that old Vagine wig blew up her fucking spot and ruined everything with that old &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lindsay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wow .... Moira/Max is a man afterall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am so super proud of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Moira/Max,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; he/she is such a real man, standing up for that girl at his office. Seriously, you KNOW how much I hate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maximus, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;but he was really great in this ep. and I'm awfully proud of that tranman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bette and Jodi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two are adorable together ... I know, I know .... I take back what I said about that good Marlee, she is a delight ... and really quite adorable with that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bette&lt;/span&gt;. I mean we almost lost them with the whole &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jodi&lt;/span&gt; diatribe about hating kids at dinner ... but she pulled through in the clutch and seems to be willing to give it the old Harvard try. I have to admit I'm a little scared that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bette&lt;/span&gt; is going to have her little heart broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shane getting tame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, what is going on with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shane&lt;/span&gt; ... actually caring about this kid? Leaving a premiere party early to show up at the Loeken's house and like "care" ... what is going on!? This is NOT the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shane&lt;/span&gt; that I know and love ... and if it is, I want it to be with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carmen&lt;/span&gt;. I miss &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carmen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;High Stakes Poker Game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, two things ... I told you so, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Helena&lt;/span&gt;, are you a damn idiot!? and 2, how the hell did &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Papi&lt;/span&gt;, who I'm pretty sure is a limo driver by trade, get invited to play in this high stakes ($50K per player) poker game ... Like that made no fucking sense. Kind of awesome that the chick who won totally knows who Helena is and is going to make Helena pay the $50K in SEX ... loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait till next week ... let's all pray that Angela Robinson is back. CoocoocaChoo! Here's to you, Mrs. Robinson ... Dykes love you more than you could know .. Oh oh oh ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-5835611772320322560?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/5835611772320322560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=5835611772320322560&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/5835611772320322560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/5835611772320322560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2007/02/l-word-46-luck-be-lady.html' title='L Word: 4.6 Luck Be a Lady'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-1761460862989080894</id><published>2007-02-10T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T04:46:48.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BRITNEY'S GAY SECRET?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/Rc3_1ofGVUI/AAAAAAAAAIA/RbpU2zo3Jr8/s1600-h/img_cover.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/Rc3_1ofGVUI/AAAAAAAAAIA/RbpU2zo3Jr8/s200/img_cover.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029957655708718402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The classy magazine, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Touch,&lt;/span&gt; is featuring a cover story this week on "BRITNEY'S GAY SECRET!" - Here is a peak inside of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fed-Ex&lt;/span&gt;'s friend, Omar "Iceman" Sharif, Britney was into threesomes and girls. And of course &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fed-Ex&lt;/span&gt; would not participate in these wild romps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Touch&lt;/span&gt; mentions that Queen of Porn, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jenna Jameson&lt;/span&gt;, told Howard Stern that she was once propositioned by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Britney Spears &lt;/span&gt;back in 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and another amazing source to this article was, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jason Alexander&lt;/span&gt;, no not George from "Seinfeld", the OTHER Jason Alexander, the one who married &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Britney&lt;/span&gt; in Vegas, who confirms that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brit Brit&lt;/span&gt; is into the ladies ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me just applaud you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Touch&lt;/span&gt; weekly for your TREMENDOUS journalistic skills - these sources of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Britney&lt;/span&gt;'s gayness are STELLAR, and not at ALL TAINTED. I mean honestly, I believe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jenna Jameson&lt;/span&gt; - but Fed-Ex's buddy and Jason Alexander!? No. They are not to be trusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly Britney, we don't want you! Stay out of the lesbo club, please. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-1761460862989080894?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/1761460862989080894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=1761460862989080894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/1761460862989080894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/1761460862989080894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2007/02/britneys-gay-secret.html' title='BRITNEY&apos;S GAY SECRET?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/Rc3_1ofGVUI/AAAAAAAAAIA/RbpU2zo3Jr8/s72-c/img_cover.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-8549288265557595193</id><published>2007-02-07T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T20:49:56.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRST DYKE ON IDOL?</title><content type='html'>Did any of you out there watch Idol tonight? I think I spied what (cross your fingers) may turn out to be the first OPEN &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lesbo&lt;/span&gt; on American Idol - that is if she #1 makes it through Hollywood and #2 is in fact a &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dyz&lt;/span&gt;. I mean we all had &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;suspicions&lt;/span&gt; about little &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' sauce pot &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nikki &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;McKibbon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on Season 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RcqRZ_rqySI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IO3DUnz_uoI/s1600-h/mckibbon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RcqRZ_rqySI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IO3DUnz_uoI/s200/mckibbon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028991809689930018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My hair says I'm at least bi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyway, if you haven't already guessed, I'm talking about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tammy&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Peddy&lt;/span&gt;-Cab driver from Denver, she sang "Whipping Post" and sported a lovely lip ring. She gave off a certain &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;je&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sais&lt;/span&gt; gay that I think will come out in a nice magazine spread in a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a second, I'm having &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;deja&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;vu&lt;/span&gt; ... I'm seeing suspenders .... and more suspenders ... tons of them ... it's coming into focus ... oh it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Briana&lt;/span&gt; from American Idol Season 3 ... so that might make &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tammy &lt;/span&gt;openly gay lady number 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RcqTVPrqyTI/AAAAAAAAAH4/vNlDQYOnE_U/s1600-h/bre-audition.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RcqTVPrqyTI/AAAAAAAAAH4/vNlDQYOnE_U/s200/bre-audition.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028993927108806962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;I'm gay and wearing suspenders... yeah!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-8549288265557595193?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/8549288265557595193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=8549288265557595193&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/8549288265557595193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/8549288265557595193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2007/02/first-dyke-on-idol.html' title='FIRST DYKE ON IDOL?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RcqRZ_rqySI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IO3DUnz_uoI/s72-c/mckibbon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-6663063583421165369</id><published>2007-02-06T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T16:23:03.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BREAKING PAPI NEWS: Papi is Ms. Dewey</title><content type='html'>Who the hell is Miss Dewey, you ask? Well, she is the star of an interactive search engine called, appropriately &lt;a href="http://www.missdewey.com/"&gt;MissDewey.com&lt;/a&gt;. And she happens to be our good dyke pal, &lt;strong&gt;Papi ,&lt;/strong&gt; also known as actress &lt;strong&gt;Janina Gavanker.&lt;/strong&gt;  Essentially, &lt;strong&gt;Ms. Dewey &lt;/strong&gt;is&lt;strong&gt; Papi &lt;/strong&gt;minus the spanish accent, corn rows, insatiable appetite for pussy and with a hot outfit and still sassy as hell - It's an interesting little site and it probably helps &lt;strong&gt;Janina&lt;/strong&gt; pay the bills so god bless it. Everyone should go to the website to support that good ol' &lt;strong&gt;Paps&lt;/strong&gt; and type in &lt;strong&gt;After Portia&lt;/strong&gt; to support good ol' me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-6663063583421165369?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/6663063583421165369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=6663063583421165369&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/6663063583421165369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/6663063583421165369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2007/02/breaking-papi-news-papi-is-ms-dewey.html' title='BREAKING PAPI NEWS: Papi is Ms. Dewey'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-8936634174672441489</id><published>2007-02-05T20:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T17:55:48.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>L WORD - LEZ GIRLS (S.4 E.5)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Nudie Max ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yack! Did they really have to start the ep with a big naked &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Max&lt;/span&gt;? Like I get it &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Max&lt;/span&gt;, you want to be a dude, and hey, that's great and all, but can you at least maintain your pubis area? I mean that was OUT OF CONTROL. I know no one is really going "down below" on you - but for your own sake keep the pubes in check man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Mangus fucks (over) Kit ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I think we all know where I stand on &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Kit Porter &lt;/span&gt;(aka Big &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Pam Grier&lt;/span&gt;) and I've never understood her and &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Mangus&lt;/span&gt;' twisted relationship (remember when he took her to a fucking anti-abortion-abortion clinic? idiots) but is &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Mangus&lt;/span&gt; really nailing the weird-sort-of-German nanny? I mean poor Kit has enough problems - a dyke sister, a dead father, a drinking problem, a fat ass - but now her &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Mangus&lt;/span&gt; has to cheat on her? Jesus. Can &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Mangus&lt;/span&gt; show any remorse either?  That doesn't seem like our &lt;strong&gt;Manny.  &lt;/strong&gt;I will say that this &lt;strong&gt;gernny&lt;/strong&gt; (German + Nanny?  doesn't really work does it?) has zero discretion - she is acting like &lt;strong&gt;Mangus &lt;/strong&gt;is hot.  10 bucks says she puts the moves on &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;'s vagina next week. This sucks. Oh well, I'm over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jenny, Jenny ... Jenny and the Vet &lt;/span&gt;... (sung in the cord of &lt;strong&gt;Elton John's&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Benny and the Jets&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally love and respect &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jenny&lt;/span&gt; so much more now that she has taken the stalking of &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Weiner-dog&lt;/span&gt;'s girlfriend so far that she is actually killing a goddamn dog. That is commitment - especially from the girl that couldn't commit to &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Tim&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Moira&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Max&lt;/span&gt; or anyone else for that matter. Poor poor &lt;strong&gt;Sounder&lt;/strong&gt;. What's up with the &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Vet&lt;/span&gt; taking &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jenny&lt;/span&gt; out to dinner. That certainly makes no fucking sense. My dog died once and my vet didn't take me out to dinner, she just charged me about $100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Is Phyllis an IDIOT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't get it - why did she buy&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; Alice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that BIG LESBIAN SEX book? As if &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Alice&lt;/span&gt;, a pretty much bonafide dyke, doesn't know what to do? It makes no fucking sense. Thank GOD, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Alice&lt;/span&gt; seems to finally be coming to her senses after meeting &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Philly&lt;/span&gt;'s hubbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Helena is a hot mess ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was suspect when it appeared that &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Helena&lt;/span&gt; was actually putting together a catering service. She just looked a bit too comfortable making dinner. Did anyone else think this made no fucking sense? How does &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;HELENA&lt;/span&gt; know how to cook? And even if she did, how does she know how to cook for 200 people? And let me just say - if the writers were set on having the food be destroyed, couldn't the reason have been because &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Helena&lt;/span&gt; is NOT a caterer and not because some Napoleon-Dynamite-waiter dropped 10 glass on it? Knew that wasn't going to last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Papi and Shane 4eva ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Are&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; Paps &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; Shane &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;going to fuck or what? The &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Pap&lt;/span&gt;-inator obviously wants it bad and &lt;strong&gt;Shane&lt;/strong&gt; does not give two shits, it's pretty great, I like. But eventually these two "stars" or "constellations" or whatever the fuck they're called on "Our gayass Chart" have to fuck, it's just a fact. I miss &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Carmen&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Kristanna Loeken&lt;/span&gt; is cracking me up as the sex-pot-single-mom who wants &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Shane&lt;/span&gt;'s shit. Hilarious. Loving it.&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Bette and Tina eat Cobb Salads ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two idiots are going to get back together, aren't they? I truly believe that the Cobb salads that these schmos ordered are a thinly veiled message sent to us by Betty. Ugh, I hate your weird symbolism Betty, it stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I HATE to admit it but ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Marlee Matlin &lt;/span&gt;is growing on me at an alarming rate. I know, I know, I ripped this deafie a new one when I heard that she was going to guest on the show - but this "&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jodi&lt;/span&gt;" character is not terrible. Quite delightful in fact. I like this little rodent. She is sassy and she is bringing out a good side of &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Bette&lt;/span&gt;. I'm going to go crazy and say I like &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Tom&lt;/span&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jenny does NOT belong in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The New Yorker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you not cultured enough to subscribe to &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The New Yorker&lt;/span&gt;, take it from someone who does:  you would NEVER read an article in there called &lt;em&gt;Lez Girls&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Jenny Schecter.&lt;/strong&gt; It would sooner feature a short story by &lt;strong&gt;Danielle Steele&lt;/strong&gt; with a forward by &lt;strong&gt;Nora Roberts&lt;/strong&gt;. Understood?  I still don't understand how &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jenny&lt;/span&gt; was trying to defend herself by saying the characters weren't caricatures of her own friends. I mean that was sad.  &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Alice&lt;/span&gt; got her pretty damn good with, "don't ever fucking compare yourself to him" comment re: message from &lt;strong&gt;Monet&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-8936634174672441489?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/8936634174672441489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=8936634174672441489&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/8936634174672441489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/8936634174672441489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2007/02/l-word-lez-girls-s4-e5.html' title='L WORD - LEZ GIRLS (S.4 E.5)'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-6982041965615926618</id><published>2007-01-28T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T18:06:45.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>L WORD:  LAYUP (S.4.E.4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;The Opening Scene...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. What an ILL way to open the show: an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alice&lt;/span&gt;, sweating profusely with a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phyllis&lt;/span&gt; going down on her. ACK. GROSS. FUCKING MADE ME PUKE. This has probably ruined &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alice&lt;/span&gt; in my eyes forever. Two words: TAINTED goods. Not only did they fuck like rabbits but also somehow &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alice&lt;/span&gt; woke up with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phyllis&lt;/span&gt;' hair on her head and wore it for the rest of the entire episode. Ew. Honestly though, this was revolting with a capital vomit. I don't want to be rude but there is ZERO chemistry between these two and I felt weird and silly in the tummy watching it. Kind of like how you feel when you walk in on your parents having anal sex when you are 12. NOT HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;The Opening Credits...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do the guest stars (re: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marlee Matlin &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cybill Sheperd&lt;/span&gt;) have to be in the opening credits? That is fucked up, I mean I thought that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jenny&lt;/span&gt; puking up blood in the opening credits was weird*, but these two guesties is just too much and makes me miss &lt;strong&gt;Dana &lt;/strong&gt;or anyone else that is HOT and not UGS and OLD. Ok, that was too much. Seriously, that old deafie &lt;strong&gt;Matlin &lt;/strong&gt;doesn't look as terrible as I anticipated but still, I'm not happy with the entire L Word Season 4: The Senior Citizens Brigade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alice and Papi talking in the Planet...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I did not like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Papi&lt;/span&gt; at all but now I think she is growing on me. Case in point, when she talked about fucking her own mother's best friend and called her a "Hotass old lady," not bad, &lt;strong&gt;Paps&lt;/strong&gt;, not bad at all. Weird that her and &lt;strong&gt;Alice &lt;/strong&gt;are buddies now after they hooked up. I think its a little odd. I do think these two have a bit of chemistry and I'm hoping maybe they'll get together for real one of these days. Or maybe I'll take anything over &lt;strong&gt;Cybill&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;California University...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phyllis&lt;/span&gt;. EW. Why must you #1 exisit and #2 walk in slow motion down the hallway checking out every UGLY woman in the world? Oh my god. SICKNESS. I cannot stand this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phyllis&lt;/span&gt; madness. And like the whole,"women-radiate-after-sex" thing is OLD. So tired and OLD and retarded. It's fucking stupid. Maybe T&lt;em&gt;he L-Word &lt;/em&gt;needs a real writer, not a fucking tired old hag musician named &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ELIZABETH&lt;/span&gt; "I am Betty" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ZIFF&lt;/span&gt;. Oh yeah, hold on to your seats ladies, old Ziffer is holding the reigns on this show tonight. It's going to be a wild ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Jenny and her Antics...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, what is going on with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jenny&lt;/span&gt; and this fucking dog? While it is mildly hilarious, it is crazy. Ok, wait. It's actually just really funny. She is allergic as shit and that thing is flopping all over her while she drives. I love it. I love crazy &lt;strong&gt;Jenny. &lt;/strong&gt;I always think I hate her but then I realize that crazy &lt;strong&gt;Jenny &lt;/strong&gt;makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Max Coming Clean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I really hate to admit this but I feel pretty sad for that old &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moira/Max.&lt;/span&gt; That was way way harsh. Poor old &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moira/Max&lt;/span&gt; was just keeping it real. &lt;strong&gt;Brooke&lt;/strong&gt; is terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alice and Helena's Apartment...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alice&lt;/span&gt; teaching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Helena&lt;/span&gt; to play basketball with the "you're drying your nails" technique was very funny and I thought it might redeem the old &lt;strong&gt;Al&lt;/strong&gt; in my eyes ... but then guess who dropped by to RUIN IT ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PHYLLIS&lt;/span&gt; of course. Harassed the shit out of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alice&lt;/span&gt; and then smacked a smooch on her like she was her grandmother. Awk. Also, does it make any sense for &lt;strong&gt;Alice &lt;/strong&gt;to volunteer &lt;strong&gt;Helena &lt;/strong&gt;as a caterer which she is not? Nope. Thank you &lt;strong&gt;Ziff.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shoe Shopping...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kit &lt;/span&gt;has to put up a fuss at the sneaker store saying, "I don't wear no double digit shoe" ... ugh. Shut up and buy a bigger goddamn shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nadia in Class...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nads&lt;/span&gt; is getting a bit ballsy in class. As if she would grab &lt;strong&gt;Bette's &lt;/strong&gt;ass like that. Come on. Are we supposed to assume that &lt;strong&gt;Nads &lt;/strong&gt;is showing &lt;strong&gt;Bette &lt;/strong&gt;that she isn't afraid to embarass her so she better keep sleeping with her? &lt;strong&gt;Bette &lt;/strong&gt;was totally not having that shit. I feel a little empty about this whole thing, especially after the hotness that was the ending of last week's ep. Like, what happened after &lt;strong&gt;Bette &lt;/strong&gt;tore off the seatbelts? I need more character motivation! I hope &lt;strong&gt;Nads &lt;/strong&gt;turns out to be insane and stalks &lt;strong&gt;Bette &lt;/strong&gt;much like that weird girl &lt;strong&gt;Tara &lt;/strong&gt;stalked &lt;strong&gt;California University&lt;/strong&gt; student &lt;strong&gt;Kelly Taylor&lt;/strong&gt; on a little show I like to call &lt;strong&gt;90210&lt;/strong&gt;. I believe that ended with an attempted suicide/homicide in a Mustang on a cliff. I'm hoping for something equally amazing at the end of this storyline. You just know &lt;strong&gt;Nads &lt;/strong&gt;ain't going quietly into the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Shane at Back to School Night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That picture that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shay&lt;/span&gt; drew of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shane&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shay&lt;/span&gt; was HILARIOUS. But actually quite sweet and lovely. Great appearance by &lt;strong&gt;Kristanna Loken&lt;/strong&gt;. I like where this is going. Mama like a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Bette and Alice by the Pool...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why I love &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bette&lt;/span&gt;? Because even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bette&lt;/span&gt; is disgusted by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alice&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phyllis&lt;/span&gt;. Ah, thank god someone on this show sees the light other than &lt;strong&gt;Dana &lt;/strong&gt;because she DIED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Basketball Game...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yack. Can we talk about the basketball game for a second. There were some scary scary dyzzys out there. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jenny&lt;/span&gt; has a fucking coffee in her hand. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt; is identifying as a lesbo and covering &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bette&lt;/span&gt;. This is a damn dream. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Papi&lt;/span&gt; fucking slam-dunked. That is absurd. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alice&lt;/span&gt; breaking away and squeeling was hilarious. This whole thing was pretty fucking awesome and hilarious and as always, made no fucking sense. I LOVED IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall this episode pretty much went NOWHERE. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt; was there for about one point five seconds and all of her friends hated her, yelled at her and wouldn't even play with her (like they were five years old). Was she even invited? But seriously, thank you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elizabeth Ziff &lt;/span&gt;for writing an episode that really had no point but to have the various dykes on the show play basketball. I mean, while I thought it was great, it seemed that this entire episode was solely created to lead into that basketball game. As if &lt;em&gt;The L Word&lt;/em&gt; fans have not been clammering about more girl-on-girl sex, or less death of our favorite characters, or no &lt;strong&gt;Betty&lt;/strong&gt;. Really, we just want the b-ball. You are an idiot, &lt;strong&gt;Ziff&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*I actually think &lt;strong&gt;Jenny &lt;/strong&gt;spitting up blood in the opening credits is kind of awesome and maybe I yell out "cool!" to the TV everytime I see it. 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But us dyzzys have a vested interest in these big screen gems. And lucky for us mainstream movies have more and more lesbo sex scenes these days which means we don't have to scour the internet for indie flicks (which I have done in my day). Thank GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here is a list of my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 Favorite Lesbian Sex Scenes: Movie Edition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/Rb1SnsdK8jI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Thmxfq4Drfs/s1600-h/rtl20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/Rb1SnsdK8jI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Thmxfq4Drfs/s200/rtl20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025263601117229618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nothing like sucking face in pink gloves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#5 BUT I'M A CHEERLEADER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I'm a Cheerleader&lt;/span&gt; is so awesomely what &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AfterPortia&lt;/span&gt; is all about - You can be a cheerleader and a big ol'dyke too - and luckily for us it's also awesomely hot. Love it. While the premise - gay therapy camp - is crazy as shit, it does make for a great campy flick. When &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natasha Lyonne &lt;/span&gt;aka &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Megan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clea Duvall&lt;/span&gt; aka &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Graham&lt;/span&gt; finally make out in the alley and then fuck (ahhhhh!) I think we all wished that we were sent to gay therapy camp just a little bit. I think we also all think, god, what a disgusting piglet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natasha Lyonne&lt;/span&gt; is and how fitting it is that she became an apartment-ransacking meth addict.  Different thoughts, both valid.  One more thought, why was Clea's character named "Graham?"  Ugh, I get that they wanted gender ambiguity but why pick the name "Graham?" At that point why not just call her "Stewart" or "Lester"?  Ok, regardless, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clea Duvall&lt;/span&gt; is hot when she has sex with ladies even while fucking a goblin or an even uglier species like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lyonne&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/Rb1S4MdK8kI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_i4kVIxon9E/s1600-h/kiss9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/Rb1S4MdK8kI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_i4kVIxon9E/s200/kiss9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025263884585071170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Mama, come out from behind that fence!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm pretty sure that everyone, straight, gay, asexual, whatever, will agree that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angelina&lt;/span&gt; is hot and that they would fuck her. That being said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gia,&lt;/span&gt; is the world's wet dream.  Who knew that two girls running around naked fucking against a chain link fence would be so god damn hot? Me.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/Rb1TR8dK8lI/AAAAAAAAAHY/f-Z-RsQomMo/s1600-h/nudemd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/Rb1TR8dK8lI/AAAAAAAAAHY/f-Z-RsQomMo/s200/nudemd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025264326966702674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wattsa on topsa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#3 MULHOLLAND DRIVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;As crazy and mind-fucky as this movie was it was also amazingly gay. You probably have to watch it three times, read a synopsis online and then put a spell on yourself before you understand what the fuck is going on between the characters but one thing that that you know from first viewing is that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Naomi Watts &lt;/span&gt;aka &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Betty/Diane&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laura Harring&lt;/span&gt; aka&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Rita&lt;/span&gt; make one hot lesbo couple. Their love scene pops up pretty much out of the blue in the first act - like there are pretty much NO clues that these ladies are dykes except for my own fantasies but that is what endears the scene to me.  Also, the women were hotchie motchie.  However, I will say this, as hot as this was, the crying slash masturbating scene with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ms. Watts&lt;/span&gt; actually made me go out and fuck a guy.  Well, no I didn't but I did feel myself being ungayed as I watched it.  Luckily, I came to my senses and rewound to act one and had my own masturbating party sans crying.  I KID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/Rb1ScsdK8iI/AAAAAAAAAHA/AHWzlis72eQ/s1600-h/kissing-jessica-stein-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/Rb1ScsdK8iI/AAAAAAAAAHA/AHWzlis72eQ/s200/kissing-jessica-stein-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025263412138668578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Nothing like a neurotic jew to turn me on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#2 KISSING JESSICA STEIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kissing Jessica Stein&lt;/span&gt; is a SEMINAL &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AfterPortia&lt;/span&gt; movie for more reasons than one: hot girly girls, make-up, dresses, gayness, etc. But the love scene in it, while definitely not the most graphic we've recounted here tonight has so much build up and tension that it definitely tops the hotness chart. With all the awkwardness that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer Westfeldt&lt;/span&gt; aka &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jessica&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heather Juergensen &lt;/span&gt;aka&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Helen&lt;/span&gt; deal with - the fucking sex booklets,etc - when they finally hook up in Jessica's childhood bed its pretty fucking great even if we only get an audio cue.  Don't get me wrong though, I'd love to actually SEE those two bone each other in that twin bed (don't ever try that, it will only work on movies, trust me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/Rb1M6cdK8fI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5yfqL1nMdpA/s1600-h/250px-Bound_Gershon_and_Tilly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/Rb1M6cdK8fI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5yfqL1nMdpA/s320/250px-Bound_Gershon_and_Tilly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025257326170010098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#1 BOUND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Let's just say watching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gina Gershon&lt;/span&gt; aka &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Corky&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer Tilly&lt;/span&gt; aka &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Violet &lt;/span&gt;in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bound&lt;/span&gt; probably solidified my gayness. And if that isn't bad enough, I maybe then sported a wife beater and pretended to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gina Gershon&lt;/span&gt; many a night in my room. But I digress ... back to my favorite scene... I can't decide which scene is hotter - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Corky&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Violet&lt;/span&gt; on the couch or them on that ratty disgusting mattress.  That mattress is really dirty and gross but they are fucking like crazy people - super graphic, super awesome.  Then again, there is something really hot about that couch scene.  Maybe it is J. Till's high-pitched crazy voice or maybe its the fact that she is finger-fucking Gina Gershon.  One of these factors makes me gay.  Even my perpetual association with the name &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Corky&lt;/span&gt; to the loveable yet idiotic retard on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life Goes On&lt;/span&gt; could not destroy their organic hotness.  Yeah, I said organic, it was weird but I think appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HONARABLE MENTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lost &amp; Delirious:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Piper Perabo&lt;/span&gt; gave her first performance as a babydyke in this flick. Unfortunately, because it is about teenagers it cannot make the list.  It makes me feel like a giant peddy.  But it is still hot - I mean these 2 teens are fucking TOPLESS. Fuck it, I'm a proud peddy - HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Imagine You &amp; Me:&lt;/span&gt;  So sweet and so cute.  Love both these bitches in this movie but couldn't they hook up a little quicker in the bed of roses and show some tittie?  Too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monster&lt;/span&gt;:  A shock, I know you gays didn't expect this.  However, I owe you the truth.  I still think the scene outside the roller rink with that dirtbag &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Selby&lt;/span&gt; and that huge killer was kind of hot (mostly because it was backlit and we didn't have to look at those creeped-out faces).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be sure to check back soon for another edition of My Top 5  Favorite Lesbian Sex Scenes. Coming soon - TV Scenes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-8882588118048663843?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/8882588118048663843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=8882588118048663843&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/8882588118048663843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/8882588118048663843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-top-5-favorite-lesbian-sex-scenes.html' title='My Top 5 Favorite Lesbian Sex Scenes: Movies'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/Rb1SnsdK8jI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Thmxfq4Drfs/s72-c/rtl20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-6550157757848543777</id><published>2007-01-24T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T16:41:21.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day In The Life ...</title><content type='html'>Something so typically lesbian happened to me yesterday. I have literally told anyone and everyone who would listen and now, dear dear dykes/lesbos/bois/grrls and anyone else, I will share it with you in my first non-celeb/non-dyke-entertainment-news post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTE:&lt;/strong&gt; Names and places have been heavily veiled in order to protect the identity of those closet-ed individuals involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was in browsing in a MEGA Record store in UNION SQUARE (I crack myself up) looking for &lt;em&gt;The Hills: Season 1 .&lt;/em&gt; Whatever, I like &lt;em&gt;The Hills&lt;/em&gt; so lay off. Anyway, it doesn't come out until February so I started perusing the other various selections and happened upon a giant selection of Valentine's day inspired books, DVDs, CDs and games. One book, a little gem called &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Lesbian Erotica, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;immediately caught my eye. Now, I'm not terribly shy about buying things that scream"LESBIAN" but I'm also not always terribly thrilled to carry out the purchase. So it was with the slightest trepidation that I picked up this little book. I quickly shook off my anxiety by thinking to myself, "Honestly, who gives a shit about what I'm buying and even if they did care, WHO ON EARTH would ever SAY anything to me about it?" (I think you know where this is going).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023702681152844194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RbfG-MdK8aI/AAAAAAAAAFo/W8HZ4d-12Bw/s320/blest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I meander over to the cash register with my big lesbo book and another DVD, which actually probably screamed DYKE too now that I think about it in combination with the lesbo book (it was &lt;em&gt;Friday Night Lights&lt;/em&gt; - I'm not terribly into sports but I really like the TV show - jeez, why do I keep justifying things to you people?) Anyhow, I reach the counter and plop my purchases on the counter and the woman helping me starts scanning them in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now would be a good time to describe her: maybe early 20s, looks like she goes to the New School, dyed-blondish-hair which was a little shorter than shoulder-length (some obvious roots) sort of half-pulled up, she was on the heavier side of large and was wearing "funky slash trendy" square framed glasses. She also had a tiny stud in her nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what transpired next:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cashier Lady:&lt;/strong&gt; [takes &lt;em&gt;Best Lesbian Erotica&lt;/em&gt; and looks closely at the back cover as she scans it. Continues ringing me up then picks the book up again for a closer look]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cashier Lady:&lt;/strong&gt; Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; [pretend to look at something in my bag]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cashier Lady:&lt;/strong&gt; Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Excuse me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CL&lt;/strong&gt;: Is this any good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Um, not sure. I haven't read it. It LOOKS damn good though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CL:&lt;/strong&gt; Haha, yeah. I just thought maybe you had already read it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Nope. That is kinda why I'm buying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CL:&lt;/strong&gt; Right. Well I'm definitely going to take a look at it on my break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CL:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, should be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CL:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, thanks. I mean, enjoy! Here's your receipt....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; "BABYDYKE, IF YOU WANT TO ASK ME IF I'M GAY AND IF I'LL BE FRIENDS WITH YOU, JUST DO IT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I didn't say that last part but come on! I mean, this encounter was totally harmless and actually very sweet but it was also hilarious. It reminded me of how little babydykes are so fucking hard up for some lesbo contact that they will accost strangers with the slightest hint of gayness about them and endure such awkwardness for the remotest possibility of getting a lesbomentor. I have to admit, I use to be one of these little crazies. I used to fantasize about some big lesbian angel who would take me under her wing and teach me all about the ways of gayness (I remember her looking a lot like &lt;strong&gt;Sally Field&lt;/strong&gt; from &lt;em&gt;The Flying Nun&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum up and without trying to be too preachy, if you come across one of these scared little babydykes, don't be a dick like me and instead, throw a dyke a bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or check out your community center for any Big Dyke, Little Dyke mentoring programs but only apply if they actually call it "Big Dyke, Little Dyke."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-6550157757848543777?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/6550157757848543777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=6550157757848543777&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/6550157757848543777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/6550157757848543777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2007/01/day-in-life.html' title='A Day In The Life ...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RbfG-MdK8aI/AAAAAAAAAFo/W8HZ4d-12Bw/s72-c/blest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-3361801885553000831</id><published>2007-01-23T21:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T22:02:52.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind item outs ... ANNE HATHAWAY!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RbbINcdK8WI/AAAAAAAAAE4/lI8_RX2_Gpk/s1600-h/22m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RbbINcdK8WI/AAAAAAAAAE4/lI8_RX2_Gpk/s320/22m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023422567680766306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Am I Gay? COOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be TRUE? Could goody-two-shoes, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anne Hathaway &lt;/span&gt;possibly be GAY? Amazing. Love it. Hope to GOD it's true. The good people at &lt;a href="http://www.afterellen.com/"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AfterEllen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; have been discussing this blind item** &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;possibility&lt;/span&gt; all day and think that it's probably &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anne Hathaway&lt;/span&gt; and either &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emily Blunt&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heather "Wiener Dog" &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Matarazzo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;frankly, I don't think it's either of these ladies. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emily Blunt &lt;/span&gt;is a bit too cool for old &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hathy&lt;/span&gt; and Wiener Dog is a bit too &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;disgusting&lt;/span&gt; slash out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there are really only 3 choices for who might be &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hathaways&lt;/span&gt; secret lover ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Michelle Williams, Co-star in "&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Brokeback&lt;/span&gt; Mountain" &lt;/span&gt;- This seems like an obvious choice that people have passed over. Don't you think the whole "falling in love with Heath Ledger and having a baby and living in Brooklyn" thing happened rather fast? YES. Probably because old Mich Wills was heart broken when the Hath dumped her and rebounded with an elaborate beard ... i.e. Heath Ledger and child. Complicated? Yes. True? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bijou Phillips, Co-star in "Havoc"&lt;/span&gt; - Sure, no one saw "Havoc," but old Bijou seems like a very &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lesbionic&lt;/span&gt; little lady to me. I can totally see her corrupting the SHIT out of Anne Hathaway, even if that meant going down on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Chelah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Horsdal&lt;/span&gt;, Co-Star in the yet to be released, "Passengers" &lt;/span&gt;- Random though "&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Chelah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Horsdal&lt;/span&gt;" may seem she and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt; Hath are starring together in 2008's "Passengers." &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;, what's weird about "&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Chelah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Horsdal&lt;/span&gt;" you ask? Well, for one she is Canadian. Oh and you know what else,  she has a role on the LESBIAN show, "Exes &amp; Ohs." Suspicious. Very suspicious. Cause let's be real, we all know that lesbians love to be on &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;lesbian&lt;/span&gt; shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RbbINsdK8XI/AAAAAAAAAFA/9RmhhS2bgic/s1600-h/26m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RbbINsdK8XI/AAAAAAAAAFA/9RmhhS2bgic/s320/26m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023422571975733618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Am I Gay? COOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERDICT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm putting my money on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Chelah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Horsdal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; being a &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;bonafide&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;dyke&lt;/span&gt; that has slept with good old &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Hathy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Here it is just in case you missed it ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This actress was always the goody goody. She has worked hard to change that image by doing less family friendly films and making sure to wear enough see through dresses on the red carpet. She wanted to lose the squeaky clean image to get better roles, but also to sell the idea that she was sexy and desirable to men. She has no desire for men, just wants the world to perceive her as a sex symbol. Everything was going according to plan until her last movie for which there were raves. There she met another actress and love was in the air. They were inseparable for the entire shoot and even got an apartment to share. Once filming ended, our actress decided to end the relationship for fear it would damage her career. The new lover who has been quietly out for sometime and is quite the scene stealer thinks our actress should get smart and stop pretending and start living.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-3361801885553000831?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/3361801885553000831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=3361801885553000831&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/3361801885553000831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/3361801885553000831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2007/01/blind-item-outs-anne-hathaway.html' title='Blind item outs ... ANNE HATHAWAY!?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RbbINcdK8WI/AAAAAAAAAE4/lI8_RX2_Gpk/s72-c/22m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-125586631298938545</id><published>2007-01-23T14:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T15:04:54.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiki from "THE O.C." is a DYKE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RbZpJ8dK8VI/AAAAAAAAAEs/PAZ284ygCL8/s1600-h/kelly-rowan1[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023318053946585426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RbZpJ8dK8VI/AAAAAAAAAEs/PAZ284ygCL8/s320/kelly-rowan1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right &lt;strong&gt;Kelly Rowan&lt;/strong&gt;, aka &lt;strong&gt;Kirsten Cohen&lt;/strong&gt;, aka &lt;strong&gt;Kiki&lt;/strong&gt; on &lt;em&gt;The O.C.&lt;/em&gt; is gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that is a total exageration and basically a LIE, but I was flipping around last night and just happened to catch the tail-end of the amazing yet retarded and melodramatic made-for-TV-movie, &lt;em&gt;The Truth About Jane&lt;/em&gt; (2000) and yes, of course, I stopped to watch.  I was oh-so pleasantly suprised when good old &lt;strong&gt;Kiki&lt;/strong&gt; from &lt;em&gt;The O.C&lt;/em&gt;. showed up as brassy teacher, Ms. Lynn Walcott. Love it. Good old &lt;strong&gt;Stockard Channing&lt;/strong&gt; was such a god damn psycho-mother in this flick. It was fantastic. Kudos Lifetime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-125586631298938545?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/125586631298938545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=125586631298938545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/125586631298938545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/125586631298938545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2007/01/kiki-from-oc-is-dyke.html' title='Kiki from &quot;THE O.C.&quot; is a DYKE!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RbZpJ8dK8VI/AAAAAAAAAEs/PAZ284ygCL8/s72-c/kelly-rowan1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-4082656719872000740</id><published>2007-01-22T20:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T21:17:51.865-05:00</updated><title type='text'>L WORD:  LASSO (S.4.E.3)</title><content type='html'>Finally! Good old sassy and HOT &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bette&lt;/span&gt; from Season 1 is BACK and back to her old feisty ways. I’ve waited so long for this moment.  I mean, I even stood by this bitch while she found &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Buddha&lt;/span&gt; for an entire season.  I don’t even like this TA whore that much but I’m all about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bette&lt;/span&gt; getting dirty again.  I wonder how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Steven Speilberg&lt;/span&gt; feels about the whole &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kate Capshaw&lt;/span&gt; playing a Dean-fucking-lesbian-thing ... also, I wonder how he feels about her being hot but oddly fat in the face (am I right, or am I right? I'm right).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this episode really highlighted the glory that is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bette Porter&lt;/span&gt; (case in point, her showing up looking HOT and acting SASSY at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hal&lt;/span&gt;'s gay-straight-mixer-debacle only to then top her own self by hooking up with her TA), it also showcased the idiocy that all too often can be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALICE&lt;/span&gt; ...   AHHH.   You know, I take it back - its not Alice's fault -  showcased the idiocy that is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Betty&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ilene Chaiken&lt;/span&gt;, and what the hell, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rose Lam&lt;/span&gt; too. What the hell are you doing!? You are fucking insane! Thinking it's a good idea for Alice to go out with that pig-fat that is half-lesbian-half-geriatric -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cybill-Shepherd &lt;/span&gt;called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phyllis&lt;/span&gt;.  Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so mad at you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Betty&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ilene Chaiken&lt;/span&gt;.  Like I get it with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Max/Moira&lt;/span&gt;, you wanted to tell the story and show the journey ... er, excuse me, the "transition" ... someone goes through who is a tranny-dyke. Fine. I don't LIKE IT necessarily, but I'll suffer through it. But, seriously, did you REALLY have to tell the story of a 60+ married woman who all the sudden - because she MEETS ONE GAY WOMAN - decides she has been gay all her life? Like, no. That is stupid. I don't want to hear that story and I certainly don't want you tainting one of the only good characters left (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALICE&lt;/span&gt;) by allowing her to FUCK THIS THING? Like what? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alice&lt;/span&gt; goes from fucking the hot-to-trot-slut-fest &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Papi&lt;/span&gt; to breaking the girl-on-girl cherry of a woman old enough to be her mother's mother? No. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ilene&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Betty&lt;/span&gt;, please. I just do not fucking buy it and I just do not fucking like it. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I also thoroughly enjoyed the homage to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A Street Car Named Desire &lt;/span&gt;avec &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jenny&lt;/span&gt;. Comparing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jenny&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marlon Brando &lt;/span&gt;is in fact pretty fucking hilarious. That being said, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Papi&lt;/span&gt; meets &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shane&lt;/span&gt; Spagehetti-Western homage just wasn't as good.  One homage a night, kids, let's not get crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what was the deal with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hank'&lt;/span&gt;s friends at their “gay/straight” mixer and why were they such giant sterotypes? Also, which nitwit was in charge of putting names in that bowl? Why did they have to be the GAYEST THING on the face of the earth or the most HETERO thing on the face of the earth? Why didn’t someone just put &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Robin Williams &lt;/span&gt;in there so everyone could be happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, this ep was best yet of the season.  Welcome back &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bette&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-4082656719872000740?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/4082656719872000740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=4082656719872000740&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/4082656719872000740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/4082656719872000740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2007/01/l-word-lasso-s4e3.html' title='L WORD:  LASSO (S.4.E.3)'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-5079011900390610604</id><published>2007-01-22T09:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T09:21:54.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 OUT OF 5 LESBIANS AGREE...</title><content type='html'>It is time to kick some dykes ass-first out of the closet. Here are my musings on which celebs are gay, which aren't, and which should be. I've rated them in a secret dyke language that only homos can speak.&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;OPRAH WINFREY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 out of 10 beards have finally been shaved off &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022562753882812610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RbO6NsdK8MI/AAAAAAAAAC8/j8BlRBwPJjs/s320/oprah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know it. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Oprah&lt;/span&gt; gay and not just a little, she a total dyzzy. We’ve all heard the stories about her and &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Gayle&lt;/span&gt; but a couple of things you may not know: 1) &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;James Frey&lt;/span&gt; had a conversation with an unnamed publicist wherein he stated that Oprah’s entire staff is gay but they are not allowed to speak about it (ok, perhaps &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Mr. Frey&lt;/span&gt; has a small grudge but still, if it acts like a gay, talks like a gay, and HAS A GODDAMN GIRLFRIEND NAMED &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;GAYLE&lt;/span&gt;, it is usually a gay) and 2) apparently there is a lawsuit going on against a man who has insider information into &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Oprah’s&lt;/span&gt; gay love life. To my knowledge, these two facts are not related to each other. However, I'm sure once &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Oprah&lt;/span&gt; reads this blog, she will sue &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;James Frey&lt;/span&gt; or at least publicly eat off his balls and vomit them back up in his face... again.&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERDICT: Oprah is living in a huge, lavishly decorated, designer-saturated walk-in closet.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;KATE WALSH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0 out of 10 lesbian-owned kitty cats eat eachother out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022563630056141026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RbO7AsdK8OI/AAAAAAAAADY/VSQEFDQitYo/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Love you and your pencil skirt-high-heel-lab-coat combo but answer me this: are you interested in &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Izzie&lt;/span&gt; or what? Ok&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;, Kate&lt;/span&gt;'s totally not gay at all but I really want her to be. Maybe &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt; can pull a fast one for me and have her publicly come out tomorrow. But, please, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;JC&lt;/span&gt;, don't have her come out just so she can reveal she is dating an old hag (see &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Sarah Paulson&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Cherry Jones&lt;/span&gt;). My vagina went into a catatonic state when she first heard about &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt; and then about &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Cherry&lt;/span&gt; - she was so excited but then so disgusted that her little brain went into sensation overload and died. I don't think we can go through it again.&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERDICT: More hetero than George Clooney.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;CLEA DUVALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 out of 10 comfortable shoes say they've been walked in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022857796661211394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RbTGjcdK8QI/AAAAAAAAADw/C6kYQUCwzDQ/s320/cd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never quite heard rumors that &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Clea&lt;/span&gt; might be gay but I’ve always attributed this to the fact that she wasn’t quite A List enough to get attention for it. I get a gay vibe from this chick but then again I also get a gay vibe from &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Kate Walsh&lt;/span&gt; which proves wishful thinking can be interference for gaydar. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Clea&lt;/span&gt; did “play” gay in &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;But I’m a Cheerleader&lt;/span&gt;… Then again, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Natasha Lyonne&lt;/span&gt; is so repulsive that it doesn’t really count. A nympho-hobo-dyke wouldn’t touch that shit with a ten-foot dirty dildo. Something about &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Clea’s&lt;/span&gt; face just screams out gay to me. Yeah, just a dyke-face look, that is my only proof. God bless and come out soon. We’re waiting.&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERDICT: Undecided.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;KATHERINE MOENNIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 out of 10 strap-ons fuck other girls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022857800956178722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RbTGjsdK8SI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Xb-mJGehCIs/s320/km.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Even without &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;J. Beal’s&lt;/span&gt; supposed “slip” in an interview, I think we all know that &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Kate&lt;/span&gt; MUST be gay. She just must be. I mean, come on. If you aren’t convinced, try picturing &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Kate Moennig&lt;/span&gt; having sex with a guy. Now try picturing a porcupine fucking a mako shark. Hint: it's the same.&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERDICT: Gay-boi to the max.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;RACHAEL RAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 out of 10 vegetarians puke up her disgusting cooking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022857805251146050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RbTGj8dK8UI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ZBQgZxORWO8/s320/rr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I only even list &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Rachael Ray&lt;/span&gt; because apparently you can only be a successful female TV host if you are a big old dyke (see &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Oprah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Ellen&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Rosie&lt;/span&gt;, etc.). While I think this historical truth is great for the gays girls, as a woman I'm hoping to see a straightie prove she can be a TV host phenom for the following reason: I think it is easy for the hets to say that only a gay woman, aka: a woman with male-ish tendencies (their mentality, not mine), can be successful in a male-dominated realm. Sadly though, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Rachael Ray&lt;/span&gt; might as well just be a dyke because she sucks too hard to break this stereotype on her own.&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERDICT: Not gay and we don't want you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;ELLEN PAGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 out of 10 baby-pink triangles are stitched on her britches &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022561744565498018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 114px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="114" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RbO5S8dK8KI/AAAAAAAAACg/512Zpfgu914/s320/ellenpage.jpg" width="144" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did she play a castrating-maniac with &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Mia Farrow’&lt;/span&gt;s &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Rosemary’s Baby&lt;/span&gt; haircut in &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Hard Candy&lt;/span&gt; but she is also set to star in a lesbian werewolf TV show. No further speculation but smells like a babydyke to me.&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERDICT: Miss Page will probably become a LUG* at Brown University and then go on to join Scientology and become a beard for Jake Gyllenhall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Lesbian Until Graduation&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;JODIE FOSTER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 out of 10 carpet munchers dance on a shag carpet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022857800956178706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="160" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RbTGjsdK8RI/AAAAAAAAAD4/jpHMWvwaoig/s320/jf.jpg" width="90" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We've all heard the rumors so let's not be redundant. I will say that she is apparently good friends with &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Elizabeth Berkeley&lt;/span&gt;. That is gay. I don't think they are being gay together though, I just think old &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Fostie&lt;/span&gt; has had the hots for her ever since she saw her in... &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Any Given Sunday&lt;/span&gt;. Thought I was going to say &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Showgirls&lt;/span&gt; didn't you? Goddamn dykes, so predictable.&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERDICT: Totally gay and even more annoying. Just come out already, no one even gives a shit about you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;QUEEN LATIFAH:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 out of 10 U-Hauls park in front of her house &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022562990106013906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RbO6bcdK8NI/AAAAAAAAADE/VVQ1lt1XB2Y/s320/queenlatifah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Ok, she played a dyke in &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Set it Off&lt;/span&gt;. She kind of played a dyke in &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Living Single&lt;/span&gt; even though they never said &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Kadijah&lt;/span&gt; was a gay character. She had her own talk show (if I haven't made it clear enough, if you have a talk show and are a large, funny woman, you are most definitely a dyke). She supports gay rights and gay marriage and she is in the middle of adopting a baby. Are you kidding? Just be a dyke already, jesus louise-us. And also, can all the closet gay celebs stop being all pro-gay marriage? I think that is more insulting. So, note, if you are a gay celebrity don't fuck with my mind and be all "straight" but pro-gay. Either be a gay or don't, stop fucking with us.&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERDICT: Rumor has it that Olivia Cruise line is in talks with Latifah as a new spokeswoman.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;DOLLY PARTON:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 out of 10 big breast loving dykes rejoice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022561405263081618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RbO4_MdK8JI/AAAAAAAAACY/lN8hj1l3onQ/s320/dolly.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Dolly&lt;/span&gt; is apparently very out in Dolly-Wood Land. What the fuck IS Dolly-wood? Regardless, I think &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Dolly&lt;/span&gt; transcends gayness because she is so fucking awesome. Who could forget when she fed &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Shelby&lt;/span&gt; the orange juice after she had gone into a diabetic shock? Whether addressing diabetes or gaydom, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Dolly&lt;/span&gt; is a sage and a hero.&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERDICT: Gay and awesome. I don't care if she comes out or not.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;NICOLE KIDMAN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 out 10 female plastic surgons cop a feel while fucking with her face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022857800956178738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RbTGjsdK8TI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NtjzF7fAxaI/s320/nk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Being married to &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Tom Cruise&lt;/span&gt; means one of two things: either 1) um, you are a fucking dyke or 2) you are a fucking moron. I don't think &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Nicole Kidman&lt;/span&gt; is a moron. Plus, I heard she was a big gay back in Australia before coming to America and when she was on Broadway, everyone who worked with her said she was a huge puss-monger. As for her recent weird plastic surgery, I have no explanation.&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERDICT: Anyone who marries Keith Urban and dates Lenny Kravitz must be a lesbo.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;KELLY PRESTON/KATIE HOLMES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 out of 10 manicurists cringe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022562620738826418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 75px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="118" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RbO6F8dK8LI/AAAAAAAAAC0/kTEdgA6I8vo/s320/kidman.jpg" width="169" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;These Scientologist-wives are so fucked up that they probably don't even HAVE vaginas. I'm not saying that Scientologists steal vaginas. That would be rude, I have no proof. I'm just saying that they whisper crazy demonic things at vaginas until the vaginas go crazy and trick their owners into marrying huge fucking fags like &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;John Travolta&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Tom Cruise&lt;/span&gt;. I actually do think &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Kelly Preston&lt;/span&gt; might be gay since &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;J. Travs&lt;/span&gt; is a total homo and I kinda like her so she should be gay. I don't really think &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Katie Holmes &lt;/span&gt;is gay but I do hope she gets raped by &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Oprah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERDICT: Preston before Holmes - Katie's clearly in it for the greens - but I wouldn't put hard money on either.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;DOLLY THE CLONED SHEEP:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 out of 10 lesbian bunnies hop around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No real reason. I've just always got the feeling she was a little too touchy-feely with her clone.&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022563733135356146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RbO7GsdK8PI/AAAAAAAAADg/HmzwifXdhFg/s320/images-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;VERDICT: This was stupid.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;LEA DELARIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Lea Delaria confirms she is a big dyke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022560537679687810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RbO4MsdK8II/AAAAAAAAACQ/gBt8Sj_rUT0/s320/delaria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I just don’t buy it.&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERDICT: Totally straight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-5079011900390610604?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/5079011900390610604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=5079011900390610604&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/5079011900390610604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/5079011900390610604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-is-time-to-kick-some-dykes-ass-first.html' title='4 OUT OF 5 LESBIANS AGREE...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RbO6NsdK8MI/AAAAAAAAAC8/j8BlRBwPJjs/s72-c/oprah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-6471282634300601957</id><published>2007-01-14T23:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T00:28:01.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FEMALE GAY GENE DISCOVERED</title><content type='html'>AND HIS NAME IS MICHAEL FISHMAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heather Matarazzo&lt;/span&gt; (aka: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weinerdog&lt;/span&gt;) guest star in this latest episode of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The L Word&lt;/span&gt;, I came to a startling revelation.  I don't know how I didn't think of it sooner but the proof cannot be denied:  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michael Fishman&lt;/span&gt; (aka: D.J. Connor, aka: the youngest of the Connor clan on TV's hit show &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Roseanne&lt;/span&gt;) turns women gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RasOc8dK8DI/AAAAAAAAABU/u4LzS7a96jk/s1600-h/120x95-dj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RasOc8dK8DI/AAAAAAAAABU/u4LzS7a96jk/s320/120x95-dj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020122100062154802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Cute Kid or Dyke Svengali?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's enumerate the many examples of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michael Fishman&lt;/span&gt;, who will now be known as the female gay gene (FGG), making women homo-fied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sara Gilbert:&lt;/span&gt;  played &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D.J.&lt;/span&gt;'s sister on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Roseanne&lt;/span&gt; and is now a full-on dyke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RasPBsdK8FI/AAAAAAAAABk/4Q8zkDhIJKU/s1600-h/images-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RasPBsdK8FI/AAAAAAAAABk/4Q8zkDhIJKU/s320/images-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020122731422347346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Damn you DJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heather Matarazzo&lt;/span&gt;: played &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D.J&lt;/span&gt;.'s girlfriend on the later episode's of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Roseanne&lt;/span&gt; and is now, you guessed it, a full-on dyz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RasPBsdK8HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ddpkKpgMdnQ/s1600-h/images-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RasPBsdK8HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ddpkKpgMdnQ/s320/images-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020122731422347378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kissing you turned me into a vagina-fiend, Mike.  Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roseanne Barr&lt;/span&gt;: played&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; D.J&lt;/span&gt;.'s mother on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Roseanne&lt;/span&gt;, and was bisexual-slash-lesbian for a few minutes I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jackie Harris&lt;/span&gt;:  played by the amazing&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Laurie Metcalf,&lt;/span&gt; not gay in real life to my knowledge (although I wouldn't be surprised) but eventually was revealed on the show's last episode to be a gay character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RasPBcdK8EI/AAAAAAAAABc/zcg51yyNqX8/s1600-h/head_ros_Jackie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 139px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RasPBcdK8EI/AAAAAAAAABc/zcg51yyNqX8/s320/head_ros_Jackie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020122727127380034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't think I'm gay but my character was thanks to Mr. Fishman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ok, I guess all these gays have another link: the show &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Roseanne&lt;/span&gt;.  However, I firmly believe that being around &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michael Fishman&lt;/span&gt; makes women gay.   In fact, I think growing up and watching him on TV may have made me gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RasPBsdK8GI/AAAAAAAAABs/wPDZKzblyzA/s1600-h/images-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RasPBsdK8GI/AAAAAAAAABs/wPDZKzblyzA/s320/images-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020122731422347362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How did you get out alive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-6471282634300601957?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/6471282634300601957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=6471282634300601957&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/6471282634300601957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/6471282634300601957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2007/01/female-gay-gene-discovered.html' title='FEMALE GAY GENE DISCOVERED'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RasOc8dK8DI/AAAAAAAAABU/u4LzS7a96jk/s72-c/120x95-dj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-3841617097414296151</id><published>2007-01-13T15:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T16:20:27.801-05:00</updated><title type='text'>REVIEW: Beals on "Law &amp; Order" Last Night</title><content type='html'>Can I just say that the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beals&lt;/span&gt;' is BACK. Finally, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beals&lt;/span&gt;' has lost her baby weight (god love a pregnant woman but let's be real, no one wants to fuck one - oh yeah, except for EVERYONE on L Word Season 2) and looks GOOD. Took long enough, jeez ... But I'm just happy that she is finally back to her Flashdance-ing good looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RalJLsdK8BI/AAAAAAAAAA0/SzI4BgJ-qS0/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RalJLsdK8BI/AAAAAAAAAA0/SzI4BgJ-qS0/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019623724942028818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;finally.  she's back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall this ep. of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Law &amp; Order &lt;/span&gt;was just alright - I mean, it's ALWAYS nice to see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beals&lt;/span&gt; on network TV and it was quite a treat to see a rare guest appearance by good 'ol &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anna Chlumsky, &lt;/span&gt;aka Veda Sultenfuss, as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beals'&lt;/span&gt; baby-burying-assistant (btw - didn't she get a PhD in Math? No, wait, I think that was Winnie Cooper. My bad.).  However, I'm still kinda pissed about the show as a whole. I mean come ON, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anna Chlumsky&lt;/span&gt;'s character WAS beyond sketchy with her wild-cross-eye-bit but no,  they had to pin the entire replacing-a-dead-baby-you-pretty-much-stole-from-Africa- with-a-convict's-baby thing on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bealsy&lt;/span&gt;.  Oh yeah, and will everyone just leave &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madonna&lt;/span&gt; alone?  Jesus, she's doing her part: both adopting an African kid and, more importantly, throwing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vieira&lt;/span&gt; a bone on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Today Show &lt;/span&gt;with an awkward interview.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not cool &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Law &amp; Order,&lt;/span&gt; not cool. Why you gotta make these pseudo political statements in the show? It kind of reminds me of the time you made someone a dyke for about 2 seconds before she left the show forever - aka &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elizabeth Rohm &lt;/span&gt;- like what was the point? Obviously NBC had just gone through some diversity and acceptance in the workplace training and someone was like, "Sweet make her a dyke for her last 2 seconds," instead of just making a regular character a dyke.  Can you please stop insulting our intelligence and just admit that Detective Dyke, I mean &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Detective Nina Cassady&lt;/span&gt; is a big gay?  While you are coming clean, admit also that the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ADA, &lt;/span&gt;played by former Maxim pin-up &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alana De LaGarza&lt;/span&gt; is just a big fat whore? Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RalJLsdK8AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1nqc0muxjak/s1600-h/images-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RalJLsdK8AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1nqc0muxjak/s320/images-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019623724942028802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fake dyke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RalJLsdK8CI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GpqZqXAG_GI/s1600-h/images-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RalJLsdK8CI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GpqZqXAG_GI/s320/images-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019623724942028834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;should be a dyke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RalJLcdK7_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/9X-Evssd9YQ/s1600-h/alana_de_la_garza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RalJLcdK7_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/9X-Evssd9YQ/s320/alana_de_la_garza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019623720647061490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Speaking of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Today Show&lt;/span&gt;, there is another &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;L Word&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madonna&lt;/span&gt; connection.  Ukelele-obsessed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cybill Shephard &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madonna&lt;/span&gt; were on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Today Show&lt;/span&gt; on Thursday.  Did anyone see when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cybill&lt;/span&gt; shamelessly ran after &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madonna&lt;/span&gt; to introduce herself and force her into a one-sided embrace?  I felt embarassed just viewing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-3841617097414296151?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/3841617097414296151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=3841617097414296151&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/3841617097414296151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/3841617097414296151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2007/01/review-beals-on-law-order-last-night.html' title='REVIEW: Beals on &quot;Law &amp; Order&quot; Last Night'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IC6pDpHxagA/RalJLsdK8BI/AAAAAAAAAA0/SzI4BgJ-qS0/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-1763891377310766287</id><published>2007-01-09T16:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T21:58:05.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>L WORD:  LEGEND IN THE MAKING (S.4.E.1)</title><content type='html'>Let's start with the very LONG recap of Season 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) We all remember what you did to &lt;strong&gt;Dana&lt;/strong&gt;. Not showing any of it in the recap doesn’t mean we forgot. We’re gay, not lobotomy patients. Probably a hard distinction to make for the creators of &lt;strong&gt;Moirax&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Tina&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Damn, Season 3 was goddamn crazy.  Oh, and stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;strong&gt;Kit&lt;/strong&gt; is certainly &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bigger&lt;/span&gt; than I remember. I feel bad making fun of &lt;strong&gt;Pam Grier&lt;/strong&gt; so much. It is my New Year’s Resolution not to ridicule her big porpoise body and reasonless existence on this show. I’m going to let it all go. But she big, I’ll just say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alice&lt;/strong&gt; looks cute. I’m sad &lt;strong&gt;Lara&lt;/strong&gt; is gone but I’ll mitigate this feeling by focusing on her negatives: she was kind of annoying when she was with &lt;strong&gt;Dana&lt;/strong&gt; post-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alice.  &lt;/span&gt; She seemed really obsessed with her chef stuff which is plain old boring. When &lt;strong&gt;Moirax&lt;/strong&gt; said that weird lobster thing at dinner, &lt;strong&gt;Lara&lt;/strong&gt; muttered, “Well I’ve never heard that” like she was the standing authority on all things food.   Then there was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lara&lt;/span&gt;'s throwback to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Martha Washington's&lt;/span&gt; hairstyle in one episode.  Yuck. And yes, it was sick that she and &lt;strong&gt;Alice&lt;/strong&gt; were having sex with each other since they were both picturing &lt;strong&gt;Dana&lt;/strong&gt; but at least they were cute while they did it. Anyway, bye &lt;strong&gt;Lara&lt;/strong&gt;, good luck with your food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, wouldn’t have it been awesome if &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lara&lt;/span&gt; left to be on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Top Chef&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? Totally meta, people. And then &lt;strong&gt;Tiffani Faison&lt;/strong&gt; could repay the favor by guest starring on &lt;em&gt;The L Word&lt;/em&gt; as one of the ugly, large and in charge bulldykos in a random club or something. Please note that *I* had this idea first (you never know what &lt;strong&gt;Chaiken&lt;/strong&gt; will do next and I’m just covering my bases).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, why is &lt;strong&gt;Jenny&lt;/strong&gt; stomping all over the place like a petulant child? Forget it, just answered my own question. But she is being freakier than ever. Love &lt;strong&gt;Alice’s&lt;/strong&gt; reaction to &lt;strong&gt;Jenny&lt;/strong&gt; telling &lt;strong&gt;Bette&lt;/strong&gt; that they all would have done the same thing and kidnapped their own little biracial rugrat. Not only was this stupid but let’s think about this whole intervention in relation to &lt;strong&gt;Bette&lt;/strong&gt;, the interventionee: ok, &lt;strong&gt;Alice&lt;/strong&gt; is probably a genuine friend to &lt;strong&gt;Bette&lt;/strong&gt; even though they have some history and I guess &lt;strong&gt;Kit&lt;/strong&gt; is a friend, although I don’t think &lt;strong&gt;Bette&lt;/strong&gt; would hang out with this pig unless they were, at MINIMUM, half-related. However, what about the rest of this cast of idiots? &lt;strong&gt;Helena&lt;/strong&gt; fucked &lt;strong&gt;Bette’s&lt;/strong&gt; girlfriend of 8 years WHILE she was pregnant with her half-kid and THEN got her fired from her job which turned &lt;strong&gt;Bette&lt;/strong&gt; into a Buddhist-loving-sad-sack mere shell of her former alpha bitch self. Ok, &lt;strong&gt;Jenny&lt;/strong&gt;. Sure, &lt;strong&gt;Bette&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Jenny&lt;/strong&gt; have been great from a juxtaposition standpoint and their polarity was interesting to watch in Season 1 and 2 but &lt;strong&gt;Jenny&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Bette&lt;/strong&gt; have spent probably 3 minutes alone together, 2 of which they could actually muster something to say to each other. And finally, the cream of the crop: &lt;strong&gt;Moirax&lt;/strong&gt;. Um, really? You think ass-kicking baby-napper &lt;strong&gt;Bette&lt;/strong&gt; gives two flying fucks what shitshow &lt;strong&gt;Moirax&lt;/strong&gt; thinks she should do? This intervention is a half-assed piece of shit. Thank you &lt;strong&gt;Jenny&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Alice&lt;/strong&gt; for making it worth watching though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, guess who just stomped in the door? At first I thought it was &lt;strong&gt;Jenny&lt;/strong&gt; again but it was really &lt;strong&gt;Pig-Tina&lt;/strong&gt; looking dumber than ever. Yuck. She comes in to scream like a banshee so &lt;strong&gt;Bette&lt;/strong&gt; can hear (as if the intervention could be any less productive at this point). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt; just can’t pull this off though and I’m left wishing &lt;strong&gt;Bette&lt;/strong&gt; was yelling and swearing instead of this wild, melodramatically gesticulating dumbass-beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall &lt;strong&gt;Alice&lt;/strong&gt; is cuter, &lt;strong&gt;Jenny&lt;/strong&gt; is weirder, &lt;strong&gt;Max&lt;/strong&gt; is manlier, &lt;strong&gt;Kit&lt;/strong&gt; is bigger, &lt;strong&gt;Tina&lt;/strong&gt; is dumber and yet we are to believe that Season 4 is picking up RIGHT where Season 3 left off? Again, your audience, &lt;strong&gt;Chaiken&lt;/strong&gt;: gay, not retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;strong&gt;Bette&lt;/strong&gt; is in a weird restaurant with the little brat plomping around in her seat. Teach this kid some self-control please. God, I really love &lt;strong&gt;Bette&lt;/strong&gt;. Even though she is being absolutely retarded, she is still winning my heart. God love her. Ugh, the only thing that brought my mood down was the &lt;strong&gt;Phyllis&lt;/strong&gt; interlude. Just knowing old-ass sag-bag &lt;strong&gt;Cybill&lt;/strong&gt; was on the other end was enough to give me a full-body case of the heebie jeebies. I loved &lt;strong&gt;Bette&lt;/strong&gt; yelling about a sippy cup but seriously, who yells in the middle of a restaurant? I mean, seriously, think about it. This time, however, I applaud &lt;em&gt;The L Word’s&lt;/em&gt; marriage to the illogical since for once, it resulted in a laugh (and not in death, see &lt;strong&gt;Dana&lt;/strong&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is &lt;strong&gt;Shane&lt;/strong&gt; doing besides annoying me? Ever heard of subtlety &lt;em&gt;L Word&lt;/em&gt;? I was much more affected when &lt;strong&gt;Shane&lt;/strong&gt; showed her self-destruction in her face after cheating on &lt;strong&gt;Carmen&lt;/strong&gt; than this stupid display of excess and DUMB with a capital idiot. Yeah, we get it &lt;strong&gt;Chaiken&lt;/strong&gt;, we get it. But please, let the massacre continue, obviously you think we need these things repeated to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on a second here, have I found redemption in this scene? I HAVE. &lt;strong&gt;Cherie&lt;/strong&gt; is addressing &lt;strong&gt;Shane&lt;/strong&gt; as “little freak” but it is way cooler than that. She isn’t just saying, “Why don’t you fuck me, you little freak” but she is actually saying “Little freak, go get me some oreos" or something like that. This is awesome and, as with all other decisions on this show, makes no sense! I love it! It reminds me of the time when &lt;strong&gt;Carmen&lt;/strong&gt;, instead of being upset that Shane cheated on her, instead became a black and white cartoon and threw a pizza in &lt;strong&gt;Shane’s&lt;/strong&gt; face. On with the circus please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Helena&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Alice&lt;/strong&gt; at the airport is PRETTY funny but I guess but I’m kind of over it. &lt;strong&gt;Helena&lt;/strong&gt; look a bit old in this here scene. She should feel right at home among the Seniors (welcome &lt;strong&gt;Cybill&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Marlee&lt;/strong&gt;). &lt;strong&gt;Alice&lt;/strong&gt; is great as usual but am I the only one that thinks the whole riches-to-rags-and-the-hilarity-that-ensues is a bit played out? Why not just give &lt;strong&gt;Helena&lt;/strong&gt; a blond feathered wig and amnesia and then have her meet &lt;strong&gt;Kurt Russel&lt;/strong&gt; and his gaggle of kids on a yacht? Ugh, I’m bored but still love these two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the studio with &lt;strong&gt;Moirax&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Jenny&lt;/strong&gt;. Can anyone tell me why these two fools are even hanging around each other still and why neither cares that they hate one another? I mean, &lt;strong&gt;Jenny&lt;/strong&gt; a loon, we all know this but &lt;strong&gt;Moriax&lt;/strong&gt; “acted” as if he really liked her. These two continue to traverse the space-time continuum of WEIRD. This scene does have some great lines by &lt;strong&gt;Jenny&lt;/strong&gt;, the best being: “So there’s this mismatch, because you want me to be your straight girlfriend to your straight guy. And I identify as a lesbian who likes to fuck girls. And you’re not a girl.” Awesome &lt;strong&gt;Jenny&lt;/strong&gt;, well-done. However, just one small point: how do you have all this gay pride and identity when you’ve been “gay,” oh, I don’t know, about a year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is at this time that I have to announce a small fantasy to everyone. I have delusions of quitting my job, buying a whole crazy street-urchin-chic wardrobe and gallivanting around the U.S. acting as fucked up as &lt;strong&gt;Jenny&lt;/strong&gt;. I do, I’m sorry. I can’t help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tina&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Harold&lt;/strong&gt; or whatever his name is are banging on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bette&lt;/span&gt;'s door. I have nothing to say about this scene since I care more about my own scat than I do about &lt;strong&gt;Tina&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;Harrison&lt;/strong&gt;. However, I WILL say that I love that &lt;strong&gt;Bettte&lt;/strong&gt; changed the locks the day after &lt;strong&gt;Tina&lt;/strong&gt; moved out. Could it be that my old &lt;strong&gt;Bette&lt;/strong&gt; is back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is the motel &lt;strong&gt;Bette&lt;/strong&gt; is staying in from the 1970s? Wild. And how did pigola &lt;strong&gt;Kit&lt;/strong&gt; find her? Ugh, and what was up with &lt;strong&gt;M’Anus&lt;/strong&gt; kissing her after she vomited? Was that supposed to show devotion because all it showed me was that this relationship was sicker than I suspected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I take it back – I love this Riches To Rags story! I loved &lt;strong&gt;Helena’s&lt;/strong&gt; pronunciation of Hyundai and I love &lt;strong&gt;Alice&lt;/strong&gt;!! All the wrong has been righted. And even cuter that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alice&lt;/span&gt; wants &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Helena&lt;/span&gt; to move in. Last time &lt;strong&gt;Alice&lt;/strong&gt; let someone crash, it was a pregnant pig called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;. This has to be better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jenny’s&lt;/strong&gt; book is called &lt;em&gt;“Sum of her Parts”&lt;/em&gt; and, from what I can tell, the cover features a large pair or shears. Oh no, not evocative of the wonderfully depressing humor behind “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Running with Scissors&lt;/span&gt;” but signaling CUTTING YOUR OWN SELF. Tasteless &lt;em&gt;Simon &amp; Schuster &amp;amp; Schecter&lt;/em&gt;, really quite tasteless. Anyway, &lt;strong&gt;Jenny&lt;/strong&gt; is approached by &lt;strong&gt;Helena&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Alice&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Alice&lt;/strong&gt; says something like “Oooh, its &lt;strong&gt;Jenny Schecter&lt;/strong&gt;, will you sign my book?” &lt;strong&gt;Jenny&lt;/strong&gt; doesn’t get the joke and there is some awkardness back and forth which I didn’t quite understand. &lt;strong&gt;Jenny&lt;/strong&gt; recovers by masturbating herself to a review of her own book. Then somehow and for no real reason, they start teaching &lt;strong&gt;Olde Helena of Yore&lt;/strong&gt; what a computer is and how to use it. They show her OurChart.com. DIGRESSION:  Let me ask everyone something about The Chart, is there one good reason why everything has to be linked to space? I have an intense hatred for space and all things intergalactic and I don’t understand why my love for lesbian hookups has to be cancelled out by my disgust for galaxies and planets. Ugh, its like eating a banana split while being kicked in the face. Not fair. Anyway, all this leads us to the introduction of the well-hyped &lt;strong&gt;Papi&lt;/strong&gt;. That was a lot of crap we had to go through to finally get to you Old &lt;strong&gt;Paps.&lt;/strong&gt; You had better be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to abort myself &lt;strong&gt;Kit&lt;/strong&gt;-style if I have to watch another scene with &lt;strong&gt;Moirax&lt;/strong&gt;. Speaking of this travesty, I saw it on “The Out 100” and it was apparently in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ShortBus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with its “girlfriend” who looks like a crazy cross between &lt;strong&gt;Gallagher&lt;/strong&gt; and an ugly drag-queen. I don’t know how else to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;strong&gt;Joyce Wishnia&lt;/strong&gt; now and the scene in her office was AWESOME. Even &lt;strong&gt;Tina’s&lt;/strong&gt; terribleness cannot overshadow JB’s quick-witted, overly-articulate insults. For example, &lt;strong&gt;Bette&lt;/strong&gt; explains that her friends don’t &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt; for turning to heterosexuality but hate her for using it against &lt;strong&gt;Bette&lt;/strong&gt;. The best part is that &lt;strong&gt;Tina&lt;/strong&gt; never ventured that her friends had hated her. Point &lt;strong&gt;Porter&lt;/strong&gt;. Next, &lt;strong&gt;Tina&lt;/strong&gt; gets a good quip in calling &lt;strong&gt;Bette&lt;/strong&gt; a biracial child. Point &lt;strong&gt;Canard&lt;/strong&gt; and pretty sweet insult for this Pig among Pigs. But then &lt;strong&gt;Bette&lt;/strong&gt; lances back saying that &lt;strong&gt;Tina&lt;/strong&gt; wasn’t qualified to live and sleep with her for 8 years. Oooh, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Candice Jewel &lt;/span&gt;in your face, piglet. Game, set, match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moirax&lt;/strong&gt; at his support group was the equivalent of watching my grandmother die. Yes, that painful. Although do you think they cast any straight guys to play the trannies? Man, that would suck if you were a straight guy but cast as a little ftm tranlet.  It reminds me of those disgusting nerds they cast in that commercial for the Motorola razor cell phone where they are all standing around looking disgusting and nerdly and you can’t help but thinking, “oh my god, someone CAST you in this role you goddamn loser.”  Also, I loved how they smartly spaced out the chairs so each tranny could adopt a boy-sitting-pose and spread out their legs.  Awesome.  So real, so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this sick, weird French sea-monster visiting &lt;strong&gt;Jenny&lt;/strong&gt;? I’m so confused. They met for like a day and then had sex once? Ugh, &lt;strong&gt;Jenny&lt;/strong&gt;, your retardation knows no bounds. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In response to the scene where &lt;strong&gt;Hank&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Tina&lt;/strong&gt; pick up Baby Death from &lt;strong&gt;Bette&lt;/strong&gt;: since when does handing off a kid require five years worth of cooing and passing off to your fat sister? I almost liked &lt;strong&gt;M’Anus&lt;/strong&gt; for refusing to babysit Death when she was with Mama T (please realize I type “Mama B” and “Mama T” with substantial irony). Although I don’t really understand how &lt;strong&gt;M’Anus’&lt;/strong&gt; refusal hurts anyone besides everyone's beloved Baby A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Papi&lt;/strong&gt; going up like 200 links in 24 hours should clue &lt;strong&gt;Alice&lt;/strong&gt; in to the fact that &lt;strong&gt;Papi&lt;/strong&gt;, picture withheld on the Chart, is obviously some dyke-loser-hacker sitting in her basement fucking with the stupid chart because she can’t get any ass. Come on, Al, I thought you were smarter than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t even talk about &lt;strong&gt;Shane&lt;/strong&gt; and this disgusting display of dumb. It is all stupid. &lt;strong&gt;Shane&lt;/strong&gt; walking away from the wreck and making it home, a-limp, makes me want to fill my face with lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me that &lt;strong&gt;Kit&lt;/strong&gt; did not just go to a crazy clinic. Are you kidding? Her and idiot-boy didn’t research where she was going?  Really?  Seriously?  I'm sorry but if I'm going to let someone rip me open and kill a baby inside me, I'm doing the research.  In fact, I'm using the internet.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kit&lt;/span&gt;, next time ask &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Helena&lt;/span&gt; for help, she just learned the computer.  &lt;strong&gt;Kit&lt;/strong&gt; did go bananas though and that was pretty cool. Telling that doctor she would abort his head was pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the fact that &lt;strong&gt;Carmen’s&lt;/strong&gt; cousin literally kicked &lt;strong&gt;Shane&lt;/strong&gt; to the curb but I’m also upset that we were SO close to the lovely &lt;strong&gt;Carmen&lt;/strong&gt; and couldn’t see her. That sucks. What did &lt;strong&gt;Sarah Shahi&lt;/strong&gt; ever do besides makes us open our hearts to her? Huh, &lt;strong&gt;Chaiken&lt;/strong&gt;, what did she do? I wish &lt;strong&gt;Carmen&lt;/strong&gt; would have killed &lt;strong&gt;Moirax&lt;/strong&gt; while she had the chance. I’m pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so confused by everything going on with &lt;strong&gt;Jenny&lt;/strong&gt; and Frenchie. Its as if there is one writer for &lt;strong&gt;Jenny&lt;/strong&gt; and she learned she was getting fired after the Season 4 Premiere, so she threw all her weird, fucked-up ideas into this one episode as a last hurrah. Oh, how I wish this were the case. It was just stupid watching &lt;strong&gt;Jenny&lt;/strong&gt; and French Freak in their S&amp;M scene. Like dumb. Something about S&amp;amp;M in the middle of the day, with sun shining lovingly through a curtained window, on a beautiful fluffy white down comforter doesn’t quite resonate. &lt;strong&gt;Moirax&lt;/strong&gt; acting all wounded from the door didn’t help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we’re at &lt;strong&gt;The Planet&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;Jenny’s&lt;/strong&gt; book signing. This whole thing was so divine I can barely speak of it. We start off by an out of character chant of “Arson!” by our crassly demure &lt;strong&gt;Bette&lt;/strong&gt;. We end with &lt;strong&gt;Kit&lt;/strong&gt; announcing &lt;strong&gt;Jenny&lt;/strong&gt; but being waylaid by… &lt;strong&gt;Alicia Keys&lt;/strong&gt;? No, &lt;strong&gt;Paula Abdul in the “Opposites Attract” video&lt;/strong&gt;? Hmm, not her either. OH MY GOD ITS &lt;strong&gt;MARINA&lt;/strong&gt; (in a top hat). My excitement only slightly ebbed when I saw how much older and haggier she looked. Much like the theme of this &lt;em&gt;L Word&lt;/em&gt; Season. Who cares though? &lt;strong&gt;Marina’s&lt;/strong&gt; back and &lt;strong&gt;Jenny’s&lt;/strong&gt; face is AMAZING. These are moments I love &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the Krish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I spoke too soon. Soon, everything that was amazing about this reunion is ruined. I wanted there to be less talking between &lt;strong&gt;Marina&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Jenny&lt;/strong&gt; and more bitterness and craziness and mind-fucking. Instead, Old Frenchie had to poke her teeth where they don’t belong and be all strange. Next thing we know they are all standing in a room and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jenny &lt;/span&gt;seems more interested in her crazy frock than having sex with these two dolts. Why does this Frenchie want to have a threesome with &lt;strong&gt;Marina&lt;/strong&gt;? Why does &lt;strong&gt;Jenny&lt;/strong&gt; agree? Why does &lt;strong&gt;Marina&lt;/strong&gt; want anything to do with Frenchie? Why don’t &lt;strong&gt;Marina&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Jenny&lt;/strong&gt; do some sex stuffs??? Ugh, they’ve ruined everything again. Bring back &lt;strong&gt;Dana&lt;/strong&gt; and kill her in a brutal car crash, I don’t care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;strong&gt;Shane&lt;/strong&gt; has limped to her doorstep. Stupid. Let’s make it worse. &lt;strong&gt;Carla&lt;/strong&gt; is sitting in the bird-cage swing thing. Took me about five minutes to realize who she was. And even then, I didn’t care. &lt;strong&gt;Carla&lt;/strong&gt;, I hate to break it to you, but, if someone breaks up with you, you don’t spit up blood. Physiologically, that makes no sense. But I was kind of enjoying this little moment between &lt;strong&gt;Shane&lt;/strong&gt; and Male-Shane’s Counter-Carmen. I could even deal with &lt;strong&gt;Shane’s&lt;/strong&gt; stupid remarks about “making him believe he could change.” Ugh, vom. However, I didn’t quite understand why &lt;strong&gt;Carla&lt;/strong&gt; was so pissed at &lt;strong&gt;Shane&lt;/strong&gt; though. I still don’t. Someone explain it to me. Now, I must say, as STUPID and DUMB as it is for &lt;strong&gt;Carla&lt;/strong&gt; to leave her own goddamn kid on &lt;strong&gt;Shane’s&lt;/strong&gt; back porch, it was fucking awesome when she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is exactly what the producers of &lt;em&gt;The L Word&lt;/em&gt; don’t understand: we’re not asking for everything to make sense but when it doesn’t, at least have it be cool or funny. Then we’re more likely to forgive. Oh, and kill eunuch &lt;strong&gt;Moirax&lt;/strong&gt;. Just do it. Even you want to, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chaiken&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t wait for the hags of Episode 2...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-1763891377310766287?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/1763891377310766287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=1763891377310766287&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/1763891377310766287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/1763891377310766287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2007/01/l-word-legend-in-making-s4e1.html' title='L WORD:  LEGEND IN THE MAKING (S.4.E.1)'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-253557303061825302</id><published>2006-11-21T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T20:56:52.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ROSIE, PLEASE SHUT UP ABOUT KELLY RIPA AND CLAY AIKEN</title><content type='html'>Who knew that Gaykin co-hosting on Live With Regis and Kelly on Friday would turn so amazingly bad by today? Come on, on Friday when Gaykin was teasing Kelly a bit too much during host chat we all sort of thought, well this Gaykin is getting a bit too big for his britches and NOW, Kelly Ripa and Rosie O'Donnell are fueding over "homophobic" comments. Fucking A-Mazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for all of those who haven't seen it on YouTube and weren't watching here is a brief time line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday 9am - 9:10am: During first Segment of Live with Regis and Kelly, Clay Aiken starts taking little tiny un-funny jabs at Kelly. They are akward and on the mean side, clearly subtle ribbing is not something Clay can handle (unless its a condom in his bum that is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday 9:34am: Clay, annoyed that he has not been able to ask Emmett Smith a question about his own self, covers Kelly's mouth while she is about to ask a question. Kelly is clearly annoyed and says, "No no no, you don't do that ... who knows where your hands have been." Which OBVIOUSLY is funny since this guy clearly jerks off to kiddie porn and fists guys with those hands, but also OBVIOUSLY that is not what cheery old Kelly was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3873/2881/1600/images-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3873/2881/320/images-4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;clay has NEVER done this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Flash Forward to Monday at about 9:05am: Kelly explains to Regis that she felt Clay was being rude and wouldn't have covered the mouth of a man had he been co-hosting with a guy - he would have been jerking the guy off (ok she didn't say the part about jerking off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday 11:05am: Then today Rosie O'Dykedoll has to get her two cents in. She calls Kelly Ripa homophobic, claiming that Kelly's comments were spurred by Gaykin being just that gay. Of course, Kelly is watching the GD "View" from her office upstairs (Live and The View are in the same building near Lincoln Center) and calls in to the View - where she proceeds to tell Rosie off and say that Clay was totally rude the ENTIRE time he was at Live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3873/2881/1600/images-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3873/2881/320/images-6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yeah Kelly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING AMAZING. But the point of this little story of closet-ed gay divas and morning show hosts, is that Rosie O'Donnell must be stopped. At first we were all happy to see her back on morning TV, but now it's just annoying. All she does is talk about being GAY. Excuse me Rosie, but do you REMEMBER what happened to Ellen's funny great sitcom when it focused on her being gay? Let me refresh your memory, it became serious, boring and was cancelled. Rosie, we stood by you when you teamed up with boy George and we turned a blind eye when you got that flock-of-seagulls fucking dyke butch mullet cut ... and when you stayed up till all hours of the night writing on that gd blog of yours, we listened but can you PLEASE let up on the gayness for a few minutes and start harrassing Hasselbeck about being such a conservative bitch ... and Joy Behar, you are NOT helping! We thought you would reign this dyke tyrant in, but NO, Joy, you are egging her on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also you're looking more and more like a fucking retard lately, can you work on that too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3873/2881/1600/images-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3873/2881/320/images-3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we-tard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-253557303061825302?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/253557303061825302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=253557303061825302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/253557303061825302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/253557303061825302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2006/11/rosie-please-shut-up-about-kelly-ripa.html' title='ROSIE, PLEASE SHUT UP ABOUT KELLY RIPA AND CLAY AIKEN'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-3408864904467066778</id><published>2006-11-19T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T15:17:12.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DYKES ON "DEADWOOD" - WHO KNEW?</title><content type='html'>I've never seen HBO's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deadwood &lt;/span&gt;and honestly, I never ever thought I would have cause to watch this machismo filled Western drama, however just today I read that there are in fact DYKES on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deadwood&lt;/span&gt;! No wonder guys love this show - there is some girl on girl action -  albeit rather butchie action between "Calamity Jane"  (quite a dykey name and persona, please note the feather in her cap) and Joanie Stubbs, a madame at the local brothel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3873/2881/1600/156656/images-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3873/2881/320/73150/images-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;ick. Calamity is the one on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really a shame Calamity is such a damn pig because I was almost tempted to tune in. Joanie Stubbs would be bareable but I'm just not convinced I could put Calamity's man face behind me. Has anyone out there seen this? Thoughts? Comments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3873/2881/1600/321582/images-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3873/2881/320/988860/images-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;i could watch this western dyke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-3408864904467066778?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/3408864904467066778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=3408864904467066778&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/3408864904467066778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/3408864904467066778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2006/11/dykes-on-deadwood-who-knew.html' title='DYKES ON &quot;DEADWOOD&quot; - WHO KNEW?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-5073849354667558175</id><published>2006-11-18T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T11:58:00.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SOUTH OF NOWHERE</title><content type='html'>Just so we are clear I want to say that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;South of Nowhere&lt;/span&gt; is exactly the kind of show that After Portia is all about - two pretty normal girls in love who actually wear skirts and cute clothes - AMAZING. Well done "the N," whoever you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3873/2881/1600/17706/spencer_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3873/2881/320/911008/spencer_09.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;CUTE BABY DYKES ... YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;However there are a few things that I just have to say ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 1: Why is Paula a fucking maniac? Does anyone else remember last season when she was practically fucking that other doctor, and poor Arthur would just drink himself to sleep on the couch? Like why is she all upset about Spencer being gay when she is a fucking adulterous hussy? Annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 2: Can Spencer and Ashley MAKE OUT already? Jesus Christ, I know this is TV PG, but all the straighties are sucking face and Spencer and Ashley are hugging it out all the time. Puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3873/2881/1600/173260/111_08qlxm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3873/2881/320/50840/111_08qlxm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;THIS IS MORE LIKE IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 3: Along the same lines "the N" needs to get a lesson in how ladies have sex, because apparently they think flitting around in your bra, a jean skirt and a robe equals lesbian sex. It's a tad more interesting than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3873/2881/1600/402608/111_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3873/2881/320/266483/111_01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;GET NAKED ALREADY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Honestly, I love the good old &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;South of Nowhere &lt;/span&gt;and think it's terrific, but maybe if they got a better consultant and not the old Rose "Atrocious" Troche from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The L Word&lt;/span&gt;, notorious for just making lesbians pathetic (Bette) or dead (Dana), things would get a bit better for Ashley and Spencer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23605025-5073849354667558175?l=afterportia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/feeds/5073849354667558175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23605025&amp;postID=5073849354667558175&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/5073849354667558175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23605025/posts/default/5073849354667558175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterportia.blogspot.com/2006/11/south-of-nowhere.html' title='SOUTH OF NOWHERE'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23605025.post-1442284400299371032</id><published>2006-11-17T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T21:33:02.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW DYKE SHOW ON LOGO - "Exes and Ohs"</title><content type='html'>So this morning I read that the good old gay-loving (ok, gay obsessed ... alright, gay infused) LOGO channel has ordered  up a "scripted comedy about Lesbian friends and relationships" called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Exes and Ohs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sounds fantastic," I thought. I got butterflies in my stomach, hoping it would be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sex In the City&lt;/span&gt; meets &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grey's Anatomy &lt;/span&gt;meets&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ellen&lt;/span&gt; when it was actually FUNNY and not all about her being a big gaylord (cause the sitcom was funny pre-gayness and just too serious post "Yep, I'm Gay" Time Magazine cover) ... ah, it could be hilarious full of beautiful quirky ladies ... maybe just maybe the show would be so well written that they could poach the glorious &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kate Walsh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3873/2881/1600/158787/kate_walsh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 207px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3873/2881/320/712975/kate_walsh.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i heart addison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh the possibilities! They seemed endless ... and then I looked at the next line, which said that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Exes and Ohs&lt;/span&gt; would be starring &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michelle Paradise &lt;/span&gt;... hmm, I thought, I've never heard of her ... I'll just look that little diz up ... and that's when it happened. I saw this ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3873/2881/1600/321812/MP253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3873/2881/320/307787/MP253.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pat? Chris? Alex? Puke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know - Ack - Oh this thing is not what I would call BEAUTIFUL or a WOMAN, more like a "cute-ish" boy-girl with a puff head pump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panicked I went to IMDB to look up the other members of the cast ... maybe there was someone who would redeem this. Again, I was rudely awakened to the reality that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Exes and Ohs&lt;/span&gt; seemed to be starring a boyish girl #1 and #2, was taking just about every page out of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The L Word&lt;/span&gt;'s book. Allow me to elaborate ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point 1: One of the characters is a sassy black woman played by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sheryl Lee Ralph&lt;/span&gt; - um can anyone else say, the POOR man's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pam Grier&lt;/span&gt;? Cause I can. Ugh. I don't even like the real &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pam Grier&lt;/span&gt; let alone a half-assed one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3873/2881/1600/377201/images-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3873/2881/320/814222/images-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sheryl Lee Kit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point 2: And this might be the only redeeming thing about the fact that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Exes and Ohs&lt;/span&gt; is identical to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The L Word&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angela Featherstone&lt;/span&gt;, Adam Sandler's sassy ex-fiance in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Wedding Singer&lt;/span&gt;, will co-star in what appears to be a cross between Shane and hilarious Alice (Featherstone is quite the comedienne).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3873/2881/1600/60321/images-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3873/2881/320/701317/images-3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&l
