...The Retarded Bimbo blowing bubblegum during a lecture at her stupid college, and my interest in this episode just plummeted. She sucks. So does her professor, who's nattering on about "the battle of the sexes" and how "The Yin/Yang Theory" explains why men and women don't kill each other, and this entire sequence is stupid and annoying and insulting and dull. Basically, The Retard makes it clear that, for some reason about which I could not care less if I tried, she hates men and believes the world would be better off without them. Just go with it. After that, her cell rings, and it's Phoebe, calling from the warehouse, so The Retard bails on the lecture, despite the fact that she's got a midterm in the class that same day, and this whole Yin-Yang crap is supposed to be on that stupid fucking midterm, and I so do not care, because this show blows, and I want to die, and look at that! The camera, evidently caring as little for The Retard's subplot as I do, has transported us over to P3, where Holly Marie Combs has been given the thankless task of advancing this evening's asinine "Men Are Entirely Unnecessary" theme via the scene she's currently sharing with the Dolt's friend in the music industry. Long story short, This Smitty Person's a sexist pig, and Piper's about to deploy the Mighty Hands Of Discontent on his worthless ass when the Dolt steps in to hustle Smitty from the club. By the way, Piper had proposed in the middle of all that to attract a "headliner" by throwing a Hurricane Katrina benefit which, you know, since we're two months past the events of last season's finale, she should have done three and a half months ago, when the images from New Orleans were still top-of-mind for all of the monstrously self-serving trendoid Bay-Area yuppies her club tends to attract. Just saying. Are we done here? Yeah, it's over.