Listen, I don’t mean to keep talking about our dear-old friend “The L Word,” as I know some of you may still be suffering from post-traumatic season 6 syndrome, but it just keeps getting better and better. Plus, if symptoms persist, there’s TiBettenol for all your travel needs.

Anyways, I had heard, (not even “looked forward to”) the TLW: Season 6 was coming out on DVD last Tuesday, so I convinced my lesbro to drive me to Target to observe the price. I told him on the way that I was expecting it to be $50, like Season 5 was, because that didn’t seem unreasonable to me compared to that dance marathon episode.

Let me tell you ladies, when I got there, I could see it from a mile away thanks to that weird Shane-licking-Jenny and Kit taking a nap photo. But anyways, it probably said “Going down… in history!” about six times on the packaging, I kid you not, and in the summary on the back it actually says, “Find out who killed Jenny!” AS IF.
Alright, I won’t lie, I kind of had a brief shining moment when my eyes read that, then immediately went to the bonus features section in hopes of seeing something to the effect of, “Alternate Endings,” but alas, I did not.

Now, granted, it was on sale. It was only like $35, but still, $35 for eight episodes and a photo book by J-Beals is basically what they’re saying, because the other two “bonus features” I can’t even remember, that’s how bad they sounded. The fact that I’d probs buy a photo book by J-Beals for $35 by itself at Barnes and Noble, but that I had trouble reasoning $35 for the show itself, says something I think.

But wait, that’s not even the best part. The best part was that right next to it, for like $100 was the complete series “special pack” a.k.a. all of the separate, old box sets shrink-wrapped together. I’m talking about even the original, really awkward, bulky packaging from seasons 1 and 2. At least the other seasons are actual seasons though, season 6 is one disc. ONE.

The box set probs could have been in the shape of a big L or a map of the Planet and I would have been happier. Hell, put Tanya on the cover, Mr. Piddles, what about those She Bar bitches? But I digress.

I mean, this may have to go on my list of Un-Lesbian Guilty pleasures, but does anyone else remember the freaking like, velvet, color-coded, super-gloss paper the “Sex and the City” anthology got? Yeah. That was where it’s at. AND. Don’t even get me started about how the movie came out and there was that Carrie’s Wedding Tin of Joy and Happiness Wrapped in a Bow box set with the movie and all this other cool stuff.

Alright, anyway, still with me? I was afraid I may have lost some of you on my momentary detour into hetero-ville. The point I’m trying to make is this: for as much as we put up with that show, the least they could do was give us nice representation at Target. It’s one thing to sit on your couch with all the lights out so your neighbors won’t know you’re home watching TLW waiting for someone push Jenny over that damn railing, but now people in Target are walking past the electronics section going, “Oh, those lesbians.” I know Ilene Chaiken is sitting somewhere right now twiddling her thumbs going “Gotcha!” one more time.

But honestly, Christmas is around the corner, and I have a feeling I’ll sneak out on Black Friday, try to get a really good deal at Best Buy, and say Merry Christmas to me. Then I’ll go back to wondering if TLW movie, and I do mean the one in Jenny’s attic, will ever get released, because I’m still convinced that would be better than this.