The docile Ps and viewers spot "The Taming of the" Prue Halliwell in the sunroom, examining a ton of photographic equipment. Prue asks when her stuff got there. For once, she's attired in something normal -- a white t-shirt under a pink sweater along with a pair of jeans. Except for the fact that pastels really don't flatter Shannen Doherty's coloring and that the jeans sport many "Quiche, Quiche Lorraine" appliqués, I don't have much to grouse about. Piper tells Prue that her equipment was delivered about an hour ago. The docile Ps join her. Phoebe wonders if Prue bought "enough stuff." Prue explains that "so much of photography has gone digital now, if [she wants] to seriously pursue it, [she has] to have the right equipment." Phoebe, stranger to the obvious, realizes, "Wait -- so you're thinking about becoming a professional photographer?" Prue: "You don't think I should?" Phoebe says, "Sure, I think that's great, if that's what you want to do, it's just . . . isn't photography a really dicey profession -- money-wise?" Piper pinches her, but Phoebe keeps her unfortunate, dream-deflating monologue going, adding, "All I'm saying is, how many women professional photographers do you know?" THE HELL? Since when did a Halliwell become so discouragingly anti-feminist? Who wrote this crap? Anyway, while I motion to the side of my face to let Phoebe know that there's a little bit of foot still sticking out of her mouth, Piper reminds Prue that she's always considered that profession. Seems that Prue "dreamed [okay, take a sip of your drink here] of winning the Pulitzer Prize in photography since college," but took jobs at the museum and the auction house to earn enough money for the sisters to keep the manor. Piper bucks her sister up by assuring her that "now it's [her] turn to follow her dreams [sip]." Although the revelation that Brenda Walsh is now pursuing the Pew-litzer Prize with all the gusto of her brother Brandon truly turns my stomach, I'm all for Piper reinforcing Prue's confidence. Go, Piper! And shut up, Phoebe. Phoebe tries to backpedal by suggesting that finding out that Prue had been a photographer in a past life was "some kind of sign [sip]." She beams and adds, "Speaking of signs [sip] . . ." Phoebe runs upstairs. Piper, nonplused, follows her, screaming, "No!"