Toting large bags of laundry and probably clad in some kind of NASA-approved moon cleats to keep from sliding all over the World of Ice that MTV has for some reason seen fit to strand these seven poor survivors in for the better part of winter, Montana and Genesis walk along, laundromat bound. Cue wacky clothes-washing montage, in which Montana reads Genesis' palm, Montana insults Genesis' gigantic pink undies, and both finish their entire chore in just about twenty TV seconds. Upon leaving, Montana continues a conversation to which we were not privy to the beginning in asking, "Do you want me to go buy you a Playboy?" Oh, come on, Gen. Playboy? Could someone from my rabid and loyal lesbian fan base please phone in and tell me if they have ever, ever, ever bought a Playboy magazine? Ever? It just seems like such a male fantasy, right on down to the alienating "Entertainment for Men" stamp just below the title. It seems to me that there would be hundreds of other publications much better suited to fit her needs. For crying out loud, I've seen more even-handed treatment of girl/girl action on The Howard Stern Show. I've seen more depth and subtext concerning the matter of female relationships on Laverne and Shirley. I've seen more... ah, forget it. I wasn't really going anywhere funny with that anyway. Daringly deciding to not heed my advice and deciding to solicit that publication anyway, the two head off on this new wacky caper, traveling away from the laundromat and giggling girlishly at the prospect that the proprietor of a convenience store will -- omigod -- think that they're a couple because they're on their way back from doing their laundry together and stopping in for a Playboy. Personally, if I were the proprietor of said store and saw the two of them together, I would perhaps be inclined to think a) "maybe you're buying it for a shut-in male relative who is a purveyor of glossy, high class pornography such as this," or, far more likely b) "gee whiz, I've never saw anyone buy one of these here before. Now take your damn camera crew and get out of the way so I can attend to the many other jerky, tobacco, and nudie mag needs of all of my other customers. And hell, save for the production team and the complimentary signed cast picture, maybe I wouldn't really be inclined to think anything at all. I so care what you buy. Stranger." If I were the store's proprietor, that is.