Just In: The L Word Doesn't Suck This Season

1. It's about Los Angeles dykes, which are a creature absolutely alien to our hipster, jeans-and-hat-wearing local girls. You know, the ones who watch sports and play scrabble at the Rose. In other words, we wondered if it wasn't of enough local interest. But who are we kidding? We all secretly want to see women that look like Jennifer Beals walk into G4G. (She is a fabulously hot woman, and we personally don't care so much about Kate Moening's Shane. For shame!)

2. This is the main thing: It's still been so early in the season. We were nervous that declaring L Word creator Aileen Chaiken and crew had churned out a season good enough to almost make up for the last two or three ridiculous ones would be akin to lighting a cigarette at the bus stop, only for the bus to show up and make us stomp it out. Each week, we've tuned in expecting some erroneous plotline to show up, or obnoxious characters like Papi to be thrown in to try and capture some vague lesbian demographic we don't believe really exists.

Seriously, though, The L Word is good again, even though we're left with a laundry list of questions: Is Helena gone for good? What ever happened to Helena's kids? Where's Tasha's best friend Papi? Will we see Dusty and her lovely arms again? How old is Angelica? Why have they not yet killed Jenny off the show, or at least gotten rid of her unfounded, unreal ego problem?

These and other questions will probably never be answered--at least until they make it a normal, legitimate soap, and put it on CBS weekdays at 1 PM. Til then, you can catch it every Sunday night at our own totally glamorous lipstick lesbian hangout: The Wildrose.