I couldn’t help but wonder While women are certainly no strangers to faking it... ...we faked our hair color, cup-size. Hell, we've even faked fur. I couldn't help but wonder, has fear of being alone... ...suddenly raised the bar on faking? Are we faking more than orgasms? Are we faking entire relationships? Is it better to fake it than be alone? Faking it implies that you know what ‘it’ is. The way that we talk about faking something is that it’s bad. An inauthenticity. That we are not being our true selves. Miranda’s orgasms in the episode is a good example to draw on Faking it till you make it. Maybe faking can be a potential line of flight? A becoming?