Okay. So. Some dude is interviewing Aaron about how the feminists hate Charlie's Angels and the point of this whole scene is that feminists are boring and nipples are awesome. Seriously. That's it. Feminism: dull. Nipples: rock.
There's more of that at the Television Critics' Press Conference, where some ugly chick in bad glasses asks Kate about, you know, sexism, or something and Kate says everything on TV is sexist. Farrah twitters that every girl in the world uses her femininity to get what she wants. A large percentage of the girls in the world mutter, "Don't speak for me, blondie." "What's wrong with using your femininity to achieve things?" Jaclyn wonders. Me, I wonder why they had to make the reporter who asked that question so ugly. Because I guess you can't find things sexist and still be sexy yourself. Good to know. I guess now I have to decide what I want to give up: my hatred of chauvinists, or my halter tops. I really enjoy both of them very much, so this is going to be hard. Anyway, Ugly Reporter wonders if the girls don't mind being exploited, and then Kate insists that they seriously are really intelligent, and Ugly Reporter counters this by reading a quote from an unnamed Charlie's Angels producer, which reads, "We love to get them wet because they look so good in clinging clothes." Ugly Reporter wisely wonders if that sounds like someone "promoting female intelligence." Kate makes a thoughtful face as Aaron and Len cover their faces with their hands. Don't worry, Ugly Reporter. Soon enough, there will be plenty of hot smart girls on the TV. Many of whom will be making appearances on Mr. Spelling's very own shows, as a matter of fact.
Meanwhile, Lee Majors is at a record store. Two dudes hang Farrah's Nippletastic poster and start talking about her boobies and Lee goes nuts, grabs one of them, tells him to "show some respect," and stomps out. One of the dudes makes the time-honored "square" signal, which I think needs to come back. The other dude just pats his afro thoughtfully.
On the lot. Farrah's holed up in her trailer, on the phone, crying to Lee that dinner is ready, "[she] just needs to put it in the oven." I guess Lee leapt into the car, raced home, got pissed off about dinner, and called her, right off the bat, because I sort of feel like this scene should have had something separating it from the one before it. Also, Memo to Lee: learn to use the goddamned oven. Farrah's sobbing that she got up at 4 AM to make chili for him. Memo to Farrah: hire a goddamned chef. ["Further Memo to Farrah: Chili goes on the stove, not the oven." -- Wing Chun] Barney knocks softly -- having overhead this pathetic exchange -- and comes in to tell her that they're almost done. Farrah sobs that she has so much left to do: learn her lines, approve her wardrobe, take off her makeup, "and be a wife." Sniffle. That wasn't me sniffling. It was Farrah. Barney responds that television is hard. Farrah sobs that she never had burning ambition like Kate, and now her life doesn't even belong to her anymore. Waaaaaaaah! She almost tells Barney that she wants to quit, but then smiles and says she's just tired. Barney assures her that she can talk to him about anything. Farrah just puts on a happy face and follows him obediently back to the set.