Dean Porter is cruisin' for a sexual harassment suit, even as she's bruisin' Tina's ego with that slinky dress and those too-bad-you-can't-f*ck-me shoes.
But we'll go back to just how alpha Bette can get in a minute.
First, let's address that line Alice delivers when she's hanging with Jenny back at her apartment, home of the original chart and the declawed, displaced British billionairess with a penchant for Kahlua (Come on Helena, being despondent over losing all your paper and having to crash on Alice's couch doesn't mean you have to go down like THAT. Hook up a decent bottle of vodka. Or -- hey, you're taping in Canada where the Cuban embargo thing is not in effect. Get a nice bottle of authentic Havana Club. )
Oh yeah, Alice's line - remember when Jenny's bitching about the bad review her book got in Curve and Alice goes: "Lesbians love to eat their own.''
Way to get in your little aside, Ilene.
But, do we? Is Alice/Ilene right? Are we just way too critical of this show, which really never pretended to be anything more than glossy, soapy melodrama with some fun girl-on-girl visuals?
Come on, you know you enjoyed this episode. You know you even enjoyed - yeah, I'm gonna say it - Jenny.
That banter between her and Alice about Merkin and Papi was perfection. By the way, look it up. Merkin really does mean vagina wig. And it seems you can get them online with funny designs like happy faces or Playboy bunnies or Pride rainbows.
Meanwhile, back at the arts college, it looks like Dean Porter can't keep her eyes off her assistant's backside. And who can blame her, when the assistant's skirts get shorter and shorter every day? Soon Nadia will show up in nothing but a merkin featuring the work of one of Bette's favorite contemporary artists.
There's a moment at the office, after Nadia offers to find Bette a body worker and Bette says she prefers a woman and of course Nadia takes the bait and says "That can be arranged, Dean Porter,'' where Bette gives Nadia a penetrating look and just a hint of a giggle. If you were paying attention there, you'd know the Dean was saying, "It's so on.''
Nadia was paying attention. That's why, at the end of the day, when the Dean asks Nadia if she needs a ride home, Nadia doesn't say the reasonable thing, like, "Hello, it's the middle of the night, we're on a college campus and this is L.A. Of course I have a car here. How do you think I get home every day?''
Nadia is not a sharp graduate student for nothing. That's why she responds, "Yeah.''
I mean, who wouldn't take a ride from Dean Porter? So what if now your car is back at the college and you're gonna have to spend your entire TA's salary on a cab to get back there in the morning?
Which is why Nadia is going for broke: "Would it be wrong if I told you that I can't keep my eyes off of you?''
Yes, Nadia, it would be wrong. As wrong as it is for Dean Porter to bring the car to an abrupt stop, give you a scolding look and a stern "Nadia," and then rip her seat belt off and lunge at your goodies.
Um, Dean Porter? Not only are you risking disciplinary action back at the college, but you're setting yourself up for one of those hateful, undignified moments where a cop shines a bright light on your exposed, disheveled bod and maybe even pulls out a ticket book. You really are desperate for a little action, aren't you?
More reason to give you props for the way you played it back in Heteroville. It was Tina with a look of desperation when you sauntered into Milquetoast Man's Rooms to Go showroom looking way too sexy and sophisticated for everybody in the room, including your ex.
Remorseful much, Tina?
But let's do acknowledge the couple of times TiBette stole glimpses of each other. And let's give it up to Mangus and that whole Butter Boy routine when the lame straight people started acting, well, like lame straight people.
As for Max -- you know what, who gives a shit about Max?
Let's move on to Shane, who was so damn cute holding her little brother's hand on the way into elementary school. And so beyond cool when she faced off with Papi.
"So I'm your competition,'' sez Papi.
"Oh, well I don't know exactly what we're competing for, but, uh, you win. It was nice meeting you,'' responds a bad-ass Shane.
Admit it, you liked the campy High Noon bit.
And you're back to that question lesbians have been asking since the first season of the L Word. Do you want to do Shane, or be Shane?
Or, would you simply like to send Shane a pizza and run off to get schooled by Dean Porter?