The L Word

hi tree starring jennifer beals, mia kirshner, karina lombard, and pam grier

showtime, sunday nights

fuck this fucking show.

revolutionary? hardly. terrible tv shows have been on the air for years.

heres what the producers were given: hot young lesbians who like to have sex, a cable network that can show nudity, a public who is ready for a show that revolves around lesbians, and a public who has warmly embraced strong female sexuality in sex in the city as well as gays in will & grace and queer eye for the straight guy.

the bases are loaded, now bring that shit home.

unfortunately instead of blowing the lid off my tv, they deliver me a topless after-school special.

the biggest problem with the L Word is it’s too adult, too meloncholy, too safe, too serious, too dull.

as exciting as thirtysomething, as dramatic as peeling potatoes, and as sexy as willard scott, The L Word sure shows tons of sex and lets us in on sex talk and we see hot chicks and steamy situations, but alas its as cold as an overnight with martha stewart.

i watched this thing twice today and the best i can figure their first priority was to keep it so dry in the pursuit of “credibility” that Joe Sixpack Fratboy Maxium Reader would be bored immediately.

mission accomplished.

so then why all the “lipstick”?

The L Word is as representative to lesbians as Cosby was to african americans. all the chicks are hot, all the guys are hot, all the sex is bland, all the conversations are about either lesbianism or sex or cosmo or getting pregnant or lesbianism or sperm or lesbianism.

meanwhile theres hardly any music playing anywhere, theres very little background noise, or atmosphere.

only showtime, who has a long history of making sex dull and disposable, could make the first lesbian tv series so unwatchable that im not sure i will tune in next week to see the (still) extremely sexy beals go down on her partner again.

besides the lifeless dialogue, the tone is depressingly somber.

did these lesbians get a hold of that type of weed that just knocks your ass out? they act as if theyre all getting root canals in the morning. they act as if they ran a marathon yesterday and they’re still recovering.

the sole “straight” couple have such uninspired sex that you wonder if both of them arent gay. their sex is so unsexy that you could balance one of the glasses of merlot they’re constantly draining on a pillow on their bed and it wouldnt tip over.

if i had a daughter and i wanted her not to be a lesbian, i would show her this tv program and tell her that all lesbians are this lethargic and emotionless and tired. and washed. and santa monican.

if the queer eye boys bounced into the L Word these women would have a damn heart attack. are they lesbo librarians in training? are they auditioning for npr shows? can they just sit back and have a laugh without it leading to sex or having to do with sex? just one laugh?

sex in the city may have been ridiculous and worthless and written by gay men for straight women, but at least it tried to keep things somewhat light and didnt completely take itself seriously at every turn. women i know who like the show totally Want to be one or more of those women on tv.

i cant imagine anyone wanting to be any of these sad fakers who seem only concerned with one thing:

boring the hell out of anyone who wanted to learn about this usually interesting world.

congratulations, we’re bored.

a far more interesting lesbian story about “bois” in new york + after ellen is more forgiving

of the great things that happened last year

never did i expect to meet raymi. and yet i did.

often times i’ll meet someone who i admire and i’ll be let down or disappointed, which is why i dont try to seek out my heroes. over the years ive met rockers like the replacements, elvis costello, sonic youth, and tsar. i took my picture with hillary clinton when she campaigned for bill in 91, ive interviewed alan ginsberg and kim deal and black francis, i drove henry rollins around hollywood, and ive pumped the gas of lorraine newman adam ant don knotts and charles bronson.

but meeting raymi… shit. where was i?

deep down im terribly lazy. fellow libra andy warhol felt that he was lazy too. if raymi lived in la, i would get my lazy ass off this leather couch and get me a cable access tv show called bloggers and raymi would be my sidekick. why have there been no female sidekicks on talk shows? raymi could be and should be the first.

i love her. i do. i loved her before and i love her just as much now. she called me on new years and her name isnt really raymi but she knows i like to call her that so thats how she said hi. hi tony its raymi.

she has delusions of grandeur but theyre not so deluded. she should be famous. she should be a star. she is already. and she can write.

someone said something nice about me the other day. he listed all these people that i had turned him onto on the web and raymi was on that list. then someone else was talking about how women should write and they mentioned raymi. then someone else said what were my three favorite female bloggers and i said raymi and splinky and someone else and the person said does raymi still update and i said oh god yes.

it makes me mad that raymi isnt american.

it makes me sad that she doesnt live in la

it makes me happy everytime she writes

if i had a radio show on talk radio called bloggers raymi could call in from canaduh and teach us french swear words

since everyone up there speaks french.

raymi + anti + jaime + bob mould has a blog