There really does have to be a morning after pill, otherwise… well nevermind. I’m not here to preach my pro choice stance but I am here to talk about Veronica Mars!

This week, gullable Bonnie from that Pi Sig party and both ex and current girlfriend of Wiggy Tim Foyle needed Veronica to help her find out who slipped her the RU486 which should not be confused with OU812 which caused her to miscarry. Most college girls dating a gross scum like Tim Foyle might happily head to the free clinic but in this case, Bonnie wanted to keep the baby.

So Veronica’s on the case. It leads her to impersonate a damsel in preggers distress, Tim Foyle’s adopted and clearly unstable sister, as well as Nancy Drew! Along the way she uncovers some ugly secrets that friends just shouldn’t keep and learned that being the bigger person actually sometimes is the right thing to do in life.

Bonnie apparently slept with Dick Cassablancas at some point so Veronica confronted him and had pretty much the best witty banter moment of the evening. When asked about getting Bonnie knocked up…

Dick: “Oh yeah, what ever happened with that?”
Veronica: “You do your hair like that to cover up the three 6’s on your scalp, right?”
Dick: “I told her to get a paternity test; I’m not here to help her turn a profit.”
Veronica: “I feel there’s this wadded up MAXIM magazine where your heart is supposed to be.”

Ah, the genius of good writing. Then to top it off Dick makes a Pat Benatar reference! Genius. I’m glad they’ve given Dick some more room to wiggle this year. Teehee…

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I’m really torn on how to write this review of last nights Studio 60 as I don’t quite know how I’m feeling about the show. I will freely admit that I am very wishy washy at times and that one day I can love something and the next loathe every last second of it. So, how to proceed?

I guess I’ll start by saying that Harriett’s Dinner ended much like it began, without much direction. The show continues to shove the forced relationship of Harriett and Matt down our throats. For a while I was excited to see this relationship in its varying stages but I don’t really understand the rushed urgency Sorkin and Company have placed upon it. I mean, next week is a flashback episode that will show us how Matt and Harriett met. Do we need that? Maybe. Do we need it now? Doubtful.

I’m over the coupling on the show. I know many folks are into the whole relationship aspects of Studio 60 but I’m far more interested in the politics in putting on a left wing show like Studio 60 and the diverse characters that make up the genius and the flaws within.

I don’t care for or believe Jordan and Danny. I think Jordan was probably correct in thinking Danny is high on something and that’s why he’s so smitten. Didn’t we read a while back that Danny would be going to rehab? Did I make that up? Someone let me know.

Our third couple I can handle… Tom and Lucy. I love Nate Corddry and Lucy Davis and am interested to see these younguns work through their issues. This should be the only relationship on the show that is current and that is emotional on a romantic level. The others just don’t hold the emotional weight and the personal connection with the audience.

What I want from Matt and Harriett is the same thing I want from Danny and Jordan. I want witty banter. I want sexual tension. I want intellectualism. I don’t want typical rom-com stuff which is what I’m fearing Studio 60 is moving towards in hopes of being more relatable and user friendly.

I like my Studio 60 snarky and full of political awareness. Is that too much to ask for?

I want to see more of Harriett’s possible movie career.  I like the exploration of a rising breakthrough artist.  I’m interested in the inner workings and how she handles this aspect of her career.  Bring back Josh Stamberg’s Luke.  I heart me some Josh Stamberg!  Remember him as Sarge on Six Feet Under?  Crazy but hot.  And Harriett’s new film role has her playing opposite Dexter baddie, Christian Camargo as Keith Richards.  Way more interesting than lovey dovey stuff.

There, I’ve said my peace.