Yesterday we went to Jen's mom's for Easter. Its become traditional for my mom to join us on this Easter visit, and this year, my mom brought her gentleman friend Dale. Its been like 100000  years that my mom and Dale have been hanging out and I have absolutely no idea at this point if their relationship is serious, unserious, existent, non existent, sexual, nonsexual, committed, uncommitted, platonic, socratic or otherwise.

The point is, we're in the car on the way home, and I had been making reference to the L word all day, to tease Jen since she hates it with a firey passion. And my mom says "What is the L word about anyway?" And I was thrilled, because I love telling people the plots of things. Its really probably my favorite leisure activity.

So I explained the general outline, and I was trying to convey how Bette is clearly the most important lesbian in the universe or something, and Dale, who had previously been watching a movie on his ipod touch (antisocial shit like that is part of the reason for his indeterminite status w/ my mom), takes out his headphones and pipes up "The L word is back on?"

My mom, incredulous, from the back seat, "Dale?! YOU watch the L word?"

And he was like, "I watch Jennifer BEALS."

And then he and I fangirled out on Beals, and we reminisced about Flashdance, but agreed she's even more gorgeous now, and we totally crowed about how Bette is the KING on the L word and blindingly amazingly awesome. I'm sure my mom found the whole thing hideous, because she hates, hates HATES the instinct to be a fan, and has totally despised all my fancrushes (don't ever mention Gillian Anderson to my mom. She'll like, spit at the mere mention.) and probably found it weird that Dale and i were excited by and attracted to the same person.

But that is just the power of Beals.

In other L word news, i wrote some fanfiction. I figured it would be a fun, low stress way to get some positive momentum going with my writing. And it is! I have gotten enthusiastic feedback and I'm totally energized to work on a non fanfiction story that I've been meaning to get to for a while. Still, I'm kind of embarassed. Not about my writing really, but about the fact that even though I am a grown woman and I complain about not having time for important things like ummm....developing my career or making money or doing my school work, i've been putting efforts into something as non-effective as fanfiction. But having written a thesis on it, I realize that that the value of fanfiction is in the affect, not in the effect. So uh...em. Heresalink. If you want. Its two very short "chapters" at the moment, just cause I have the attention span of a gnat and need constant ego stroking from comments to get anything done. Oh, and the title is hideously lame. I know that. I couldn't think of anything better.
"chapter" 1
"chapter" 2


Also, on the season finale last night, Helena Peabody, a character who was extremely rich and had suffered a reversal of fortune, wore an outfit that I not only can afford, but actually own. The whole point is that she's not all about money anymore and she's totally comfortable with herself and living like a pleb, but I was was like, wow. Wow Helena. You've fallen pretty far to end up on wardrobe par with ME.