The L Word: Generation Q
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The opening scene ofThe L Word: Generation Qhad me checking my nails for dried blood.
Nationally, I cant quite tell where we are on period sex.
And that includes oral sex.
May it always be.
And then theres the boobs.
Well, mine but browner, because Esposito is Italian and I am a white person.
How has our community shifted?
Well, its in the slashes.
And POC-centering and body positive.
At least thats who we say we are.
That makes sense: Its a lot for a community to handle, too.
Perhaps they all met at Everybody gym.
We do get a nice armpit-hair shot out of the deal, though.
(Thanks a lot, guys.)
Your friends will get you through it, Shane, though mine never had a bed built for me.
Fuck you, my friends!
Where are those friends, anyway?
Ive missed Bettes ether-yelling.
Which brings me back to the balance this show has to or has chosen to strike.
When Bette was stern, she was most often stern about Tina or Jodi.
(Well, and the need for art likeProvocations.
And really, this is a change a lot of us can relate to.
This is a wider, sadder, more groundedThe L Word.
In 2019, is this the way that we live?
It just might be.
Other Notes
Alices glasses are theOur Chartof this series.
How big will they get?
How often will they change?
Why did they guide her to help her stepson throwup in a CrockPot instead of the fairly nearby toilet?
There is definitely more melanin in this version ofThe L Word.
Yay for Bette with a darker-skinned black woman.
Yay for Angie getting solid screen time.
James, Bettes assistant.
Carmen de la Pica Morales.
Those are all names I said aloud to myself while watching this episode.
