Veronica Mars was so much better than any other network show on the air during its entire three-year run: a cathartic, postmodern-Marxist-feminist revenge-of-the-oppressed fantasy in which the jaded neo-Nancy Drew heroine (the wondrous Kristen Bell) uses the tools of modern law enforcement to exact a little payback against callow preppies, principals, rich kids, and dumb cops every week. This episode stands out because the storyline – in which Veronica helps campus cheating mogul Max (Adam Rose) track down the hooker his friends hired for him because they bonded over Battlestar Galactica and he thinks she’s his true love – puts the perky P.I. into the world of paid sex work, and her reactions are priceless. She’s arch but unshockable and essentially sex-positive, an attitude I’d (sadly) never seen from a female TV character before. Diane Ruggiero’s dialogue is rich in zingers even by this show’s gold standard of snark, and there’s a pillow-talk scene of surpassing intimacy between Veronica and boyfriend Logan that’s scored to Leonard Cohen’s “A Thousand Kisses Deep.” How much cooler can you get?
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