Now to the Truly Important News
I miss the old Shane. I'm serious. She was my friend, and now she's gone.
I keep trying to tell myself we're all so upset about TLW this season because it's lesbian TV, and we're lesbians-like we have some kind of duty to keep lezTV honest. But that's not it. It's just that TLW is television, and we're television-watchers. And television-watchers get attached, and that sucks.
Scribe Grrrl is all on about Leisha Hailey's acting again. I agree with her. Leisha is so, so great. I made a vow not to read any more Scribe Grrrl, because inevitably when I'm watching my whatkatiedid-delivered VHS tape, I start thinking ahead to the Grrrl's likely snark. But I had to read her recap this week, because she suffers as much as I do. And then I was sorry I did, because it made me so depressed.
I miss the old Shane. Were those Dana flashbacks all cutting-room-floor scenes from previous seasons? 'Cause I'd like to see the complete footage of Shane and the naked girl in the perspex box. She meant something to me. You can go read my rhapsodies below if you don't believe me. And now she's gone. I feel empty. This is why I, unlike Swamp Rat, don't have affairs. How in the world could I handle them?