Heated Rivalry

"Women are so mysterious, why on Earth do they love this show about gay hockey players?" you ask. Newsflash: Women (specifically me) love hot dudes, nice butts, smut, consensual sex, sports, longing, yearning, requited love, vulnerablity, that TaTu song, that Wolf Parade song, that Feist song "My Moon My Man" montage, that gorgeous cottage, Kip's bullshit smoothies, Kip's art school abs, all of Scott Hunter hubba hubba, Yuna Hollander's Tiger Mom hockey capitalism, declarations of love in Russian, and the most understanding female friends on the planet. It's a great time and I can't wait for next season.

I did not like the dinky wannabe Stanley Cup. Minor detail.