Gay Girl’s Goggles: “2 Broke Girls” SnapCap (1.07)

When only four percent of scripted TV shows feature LGBT characters, what’s a gay girl to do? Why, strap on your gay goggles and watch TV along with us, of course! Our handy appraisal scale is better than any old letter grade. Other sites A+. We say, “What about our lezzy-lady feelings?”

I haven’t consulted with the Guinness Book of World Records people yet, but I’m pretty sure last night’s episode of 2 Broke Girls smashed the previous record for number of times “vagina” was uttered in a 21-minute period. In fact, it was almost like they were trying to help the folks at home who picked “vagina” as their word in the drinking game. Not that they’ll remember, since they probably passed out about 15 minutes into the show.

In non-vagina related developments, I’m impressed by how nicely 2 Broke Girls keeps building the Max and Caroline cupcake business storyline. Say what you will about this show’s ethnic stereotypes (my sincere apologies to all the people of the Ukraine for everything Oleg), but it’s rare to have a series that puts the shared business goals of two young women before their romantic goals. Rare and fabulous, just like Max’s cupcakes.


I like Caroline more and more each week. Really, who would have thought the formerly spoiled little rich girl would become the show’s most progressively feminist character? Not only does she encourage Max to believe in herself and her skills, she uses her own skills and education instead of her feminine charms or sex appeal to get ahead. It’s refreshing to have a young, single, attractive female character who says, “The last thing on my mind right now is guys – any type of guy…. I am much more concerned with our business and getting my head back above water” and it not be considered a character flaw. Also, how cute is about the prospect of being able to afford the waxed dental floss again?


So this episode brought back some of the will-they-or-won’t-they sexual tension between Max and Johnny that I wasn’t thrilled about last episode. But it also firmly established Caroline’s independence, which I am thrilled about. And it brought in the fairly complex for a sitcom concept that not everyone – or every cupcake – has to be the same kind of pretty. When Caroline convinces Max to go with her to the cupcake decorating class, it is originally because her cupcakes aren’t “pretty” enough. But after going through the class (and meeting its Jersey Shore-esque instructors), the gals decide that not all pretty has to be the same. In fact, Max’s gift is way more interesting than simple pretty. It’s the gift of snark. Though, I would say that, wouldn’t I?


When the characters in the stories start to mistake Max and Caroline for a couple, you know the writers are onto the subtext as well. So when Caroline says the cupcake instructors, “I’m Max’s partner,” of course everyone assumes our gals (and the Michaels) are all gay – of course. And then, also of course, there was all the vagina talk. Max calls Caroline’s new all-pink bed linens her “vagina” – complete with its own vagina curtains. Though, come on, they really missed the opportunity to make a “labia” joke there. Still, they came through with vagina-centered flirting between Max and Caroline, so I’m as happy as a clam. Ahem.

Max: Why don’t you sleep in my bed tonight and I’ll pass out in your vagina?
Caroline: OK, but you’d better buy me breakfast in the morning.

Or better yet, Max should just let Caroline eat her cupcake. Ahem, again.


Lots of funny jokes. (“The cupcakes don’t need to be pretty. They compensate by having a great sense of humor.”) A few overly broad ethnic jokes. (“Keep it down. Do you want to wake up tomorrow with Chestnut’s head in your vagina bed?”) A one fantastic Battlefield Earth joke. (Also, her hair totally looked like the stuff you pull out of your vacuum.) Oh, yeah, and there was a guest appearance by the always funny (and adorable) Carla Gallo. You probably last remember her as Sweet’s girlfriend on Bones. But those with really good, and gay, memories will remember her as Libby from Carnivàle, who has a brief thing with Clea DuVall‘s Sofie. Or, those with even better and even gayer memories remember her from the short film I Heart Veronica Martin , where she had a crush on Cameron Richardson’s character. Though I almost didn’t recognize Carla (on the left) in her Snooki-makes-cookies look.

Right, so suck it pretty cupcakes. I would totally rather have a Max’s special insult cupcake than a dumb rose any day. How about you?