We Are The Compromised Index Cards From Nurse Jackie

We are the compromised index cards from Nurse Jackie.

We are soooooo embarrassed! Frankly, we started the episode embarrassed: this "Dr." Roman is working full-time as an ER physician and she still has to use us to make flashcards so she can quiz herself on stuff she shouldn't have graduated not knowing? Fine, she recognizes that she's not up to snuff and is trying to improve herself, but that doesn't change the fact that she's getting away with her lack of preparation because she is -- to at least one person -- physically attractive. And, okay, fine, you don't usually see big naturals like those on a figure that slim, so she is attractive by most conventional standards, and yet--

WHOA, did we just use the expression "big naturals"? WHAT HAVE WE BECOME? What has she done to us?! We'll tell you what: she turned us into a prop in her filthy fornication games! When Phineas T. Index invented us back in the 1800s, he most certainly never imagined that we would be put to this sort of use: "TAKE OFF YOUR PANTS." "CALL ME A SLUT." "CALL ME A BITCH." Granted, given what we've all seen about Dr. Roman, that last one isn't such a hard instruction to follow.

But the next one...we were mortified. Coop was right to resist, and wrong to relent. There are just some words that should never be written on an index card -- not even in these degraded times, when sorority girls are rhyming it with "punt" in their nasty letters.

Partly, I blame the Sharpie that let itself be used to write it, honestly. But then, that Sharpie could have its own apologetic, horrified story to tell. Circumstances were outside all our control.

Still, it's impossible not to regret what happened, whether we could have somehow stopped it or not. But at least we, once we had served our purpose, were cast aside and left to our shame.

That poor, poor digital recorder. There's no erasing what it went through.