A new season of the L Word. A new reason to be frustrated.

beware: rant ahead….

Yes, I know they are fictional characters in a soap opera and thus should be over the top dramatic. And yes, I know my TV does have an off button.

But, I can’t not watch this show.

Jenny? More annoying than ever. At least I didn’t have to fast-forward thru her bad, bad poetry in tonight’s episode. Going with your new girlfriend to your unstable ex’s hotel room to have a threesome and then walking out and leaving the girlfriend there to fuck your ex? Who the fuck does that?

Shane? Sorry, girls… I don’t get the attraction. New this season! Shane even more fucked up! Love her! She’s so damaged!

Tina & Bette? Are we supposed to believe we won’t spend the whole season wondering whether they’ll work it out, have them sleep together in a rash fit of make up sex, and then break up again in the season cliff hanger?

Helena? Cry me a fucking river. Mommy cut you off so you can find yourself? Poor, poor you. Am I supposed to believe you didn’t know that coffee had free refills?

Max? You’re a computer geek. You should check out this website called Google. It’s cool. You can go there and search for stuff like how much T should you actually be taking or how to use the fucking health insurance you get at your fancy computer job to see a real doctor instead of buying T on the street.

And Dana and Carmen? The two characters I was hottest for? The former got killed off and the latter get dumped. Gone from the show. Poof.

and lastly Ourcharts.com – I was definitely interested in seeing what a lesbian-based social networking site would be like until they had the super annoying, and poorly acted contextual ad in the middle of the episode. And you will notice when you get to the site that they missed their launch… site’s not live yet. Not that I don’t understand how that happens, because I do, but don’t make such a big deal about it unless you’re sure it’s gonna be live.

I should make this show into a drinking game. It’d be easy. Just do whatever Shane does and you should be plenty messed up by the end of the hour. Or anytime they refer to Jenny as a writer you have to drink enough to make Jack Kerouac turn over in his grave.

And yeah. I’ll watch it again next week. I can’t help it.