Brownnosing Your Way to Starfleet Success, By Cmdr. William T. Riker

The author, hard at smirk.Every now and then a younger officer will ask me, “Commander Riker, you’re the First Officer on the Federation’s flagship, and yet you can’t be older than 35! What’s the secret to your success?” Normally, in cases like these, the thing to do is answer modestly, “Oh, I was just in the right place at the right time.”

But platitudes won’t help anyone up the promotion ladder and, as a highly placed officer, I feel it is my duty to let my younger compatriots in on a few of my tactics. Sure, I’m pretty intelligent, not too shabby in a firefight, and I can hold my own on the deck of a Klingon cruiser, but so can most folks who make it to Lieutenant without becoming cannon fodder. No, the real reason I am where I am today is a little something I like to call “positive reinforcement,” or, as it is more unkindly known, brownnosing.

Brownnosing gets a bad reputation, but what is it, really, except reminding your superiors of their talents and accomplishments? And so what if you exaggerate those talents a bit? You’re only inspiring your shipmates to become the best Starfleet officers they can be. As I see it, everyone profits.

Besides, brownnosing can reap you rich rewards: promotions, better quarters, freedom from unpleasant duties like cleaning out the plasma vents. You can also think of it as insurance in case anything goes wrong.  As a Starfleet officer, there will be times you’ll end up in a little scrape by, oh, violating the Prime Directive, or having the ship get stolen while you’re in command, or wrecking a First Contact by sleeping with the leader of an alien planet. Then will be the time to cash in on all those brownie points you’ve been so carefully been building up.

So, you’re probably asking, “How do I go about working positive reinforcement into my routine?” Here’s a few tips, illustrated with examples from my career:

I cheer up the Captain with a compliment.1. Remind your boss of his accomplishments. Don’t let him be modest about them!

Always be aware of your boss’s brightest moments, and keep on the lookout for opportunities to mention them. When Captain Picard started reminiscing about his time on the Stargazer, for example, even though I sensed he was going a little crazy, I took the chance to remind him about the Picard Maneuver. I hinted, “Then, with your shields falling, sir….,” prompting him to take it from there and finish the story. When he insisted that blasting into warp, making the ship appear as though it was in two places at once, was “only what any good helmsman would have done,” I gave him a big smile and said, “But you did it first, sir!” Doubtless, when the Ferengi mind control wore off, he remembered how his Number One had reminded him of his great achievement.

2. Your boss is never wrong. Always have his back.

Picard came under a lot of criticism for his brilliantly unorthodox strategies, mostly at the hands of admirals. I made sure to always back him up, even when I didn’t know what the hell he was doing. When some Ferengis tried to frame him with faked logs that “showed” he attacked a ship flying under a flag of truce, even though I was almost convinced he did give the order to fire, I was sure to say, “Sir, I don’t believe you could have ever said that!” And when Commander Remmick was giving him grief, I stood by him once more, telling him, “Regardless, sir, I should realize that whatever your reasons are, they’re valid. Whether or not I understand them.” In these cases, luckily, my blind loyalty paid off. Your boss may not be as awesome as Picard, but you’d do well to take his side anyway. (Unless he screws up royally, in which case, distance yourself from him as quickly as possible! You see, brownnosing’s not just about flattery. There’s strategy involved.)

WWPD? Words to live by.3. Imply that your boss is your greatest role model. Do this even when he’s not around – it’ll be sure to get back to him anyway.

Your boss will be even more appreciative of your admiration of him if hears about it second-hand. Once, when young Wesley Crusher was nervous about leading a mining survey team, I gave him some invaluable advice. “In situations like this,” I told him, “you only have to do one thing: Ask yourself, ‘What would Picard do?’.” And when the boy protested that he was no Picard (and who is?), I asked him, “Would anyone argue with the Captain once his decision was made?” I made sure to say this really loudly, in the middle of Ten Forward, so that everyone could hear just how much I looked up to the Captain and bowed to his authority.  I advise you try the same in the break room (or whatever your century’s equivalent of Ten Forward is).

4. Praise everything your boss does to the skies – even if he just got promoted or transferred (you never know – he might hire you in the future!).

Once, some bigwigs wanted to make Captain Picard Commandant of Starfleet Academy. At first, I panicked at the thought of having to serve under another captain who might not be so lenient about my busy social life. But I quickly recovered my composure and remarked, “Congratulations! What a wonderful choice, sir! You’ll be able to shape the minds of the future leaders of Starfleet.”

As it turned out, Picard got to stay aboard the Enterprise, which was lucky for both of us. But, had he gone, I’m sure he would have warmly remembered my parting words – and maybe gotten me a cushy gig teaching something like business or education.

See this? All my doing.5. Get your boss some action.

The life of a Starfleet captain is a lonely one: regulations prevent you from dating anyone under your command, and you’re usually stuck on board ship during away missions, meaning you rarely get the chance to meet any sexy aliens. But captains are a stoic lot, who don’t want admit they need a break – or some “intimate companionship,” for that matter. It took a lot of hard work and quick thinking for me to get Captain Picard into the arms of a beautiful woman on Risa. I had to conspire with Deanna and Dr. Crusher to get him off the ship in the first place, and then I had to make sure he picked up a horga’hn in case he tried to spend his whole shore leave reading or something like that, but I think it paid off. (Actually, I’m not exactly sure what happened down on Risa, but I know he was a lot a happier once he got back!)

I have to warn you, this is brownnosing of a very advanced caliber, and if you live on one of those repressive, pre-utopian planets that still has things like lawyers and HR departments, you may need to tread very carefully. But pull this off, and you’re all but guaranteed a promotion. Who wouldn’t think kindly of an underling who got him (or her – remind me to tell you about that time I served under Commander Palmer on the Endeavor) a little fling? I know I would.

So, my fine young friends, go forth and butter up those Lieutenants, Commanders, and Captains! (Not literally, of course, unless you’re enacting suggestion #5 and they’re into that kind of thing.) And if anybody mutters that you’re “slimier than an oil slick on Vagra II,” remember my motto: Brownnosing is the deuterium that sets promotions in motion!

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Hilarious? Indeed. Teal’c's Funniest Moments, Seasons 1-4

Ah, Teal’c. Big, tough, intimidating badass with a deadpan sense of humor. What’s not to love?

Christopher Judge does an admirable job portraying this character. Teal’c is very matter-of-fact and stoic much of the time, and doesn’t always get to display the same emotional range that the other characters do. This requires Judge to convey Teal’c's feelings through very subtle, almost undetectable, facial expressions. He can do an awful lot with just the twitching of a cheek muscle or the raising of an eyebrow.

Teal’c is so self-contained that, when he does break out in a laugh or smile, it’s a little surprising — and usually very funny. It’s hard not to get caught up in his amusement yourself. With that in mind, here’s a little tribute to some of Teal’c's funniest moments from the first four seasons of SG-1:

Grenades always come in handy.And Then, We Can Cast Pearls Before Some Swine

Much like Data, Teal’c has trouble understanding human idioms. In “The Serpent’s Lair,” when SG-1 discovers they can take out two Goa’uld motherships with one explosion, Teal’c proves he’s finally learned one, observing, “We can kill two birds with just one stone!” As with many things Teal’c, the line itself isn’t that funny, it’s the way Christopher Judge delivers it that makes the scene work. Teal’c has the barest hint of a smug smile on his face, as though he’s just so proud of himself for finally figuring out a human cliché, and has been waiting months for the opportunity to use it. I can’t find a screencap that does it justice, but watch the episode and you’ll see what I mean.

These Tau'ri have no sense of humor.Three System Lords Walk Into A Bar . . .

In “Seth,” we learn that, contrary to popular belief, Jaffa do understand the concept of humor, and that their “jokes” resemble the corny ones your great-uncle tells at Thanksgiving dinner. “An Apophis guard, a Horus guard, and a Setesh guard meet on a neutral planet,” Teal’c relates. “It is a tense moment. The Apophis guard’s eyes glow. The Horus guard’s beak glistens. And the Setesh’s guard’s . . . nose drips!” And he busts out laughing, while the rest of SG-1 gives him befuddled looks. The contrast between his unbridled laughter and his team’s discomfiture is priceless. I especially love how Jackson hides his face behind a cup of coffee:

This Eight O'Clock coffee is, uh, really good!

Other fans must love this moment too, considering how often it pops up on YouTube:

Aaaaaah!The Happiest Guest Ever To Visit A Motel 6

All the time that Teal’c has spent in the service of the Goa’uld has given him a keen appreciation for the little things. Things like Vibra-Beds, for example. In “Point of No Return,” he and O’Neill hide out in a crappy motel, where he bums quarters off O’Neill, fires up the Vibra-Bed, and lies down on it with a huge smile of satisfaction. Sure, Vibra-Beds are an old joke, but Teal’c’s pure happiness at experiencing something so mundane makes it work this time. Perhaps my husband put it best when he said, “Well, Teal’c doesn’t get out much . . .”

I cannot believe I am asking for assistance from Daniel Jackson.The One That Got Away

Something Teal’c definitely doesn’t love? Fishing. When O’Neill drags him along to the ol’ fishin’ hole in British Columbia Minnesota in “The Curse,” Teal’c fails to see the point of casting a rod into some water, over and over, while being eaten alive by mosquitoes. He’s actually relieved when Daniel Jackson calls and offers him a way out (“No, we have caught nothing! . . . . I would be glad to return to the base”), and then is disappointed when O’Neill nixes that suggestion. Judge’s subtle facial expressions hint, to great comic effect, at the frustration lurking beneath Teal’c’s patient exterior. Plus, Teal’c in hats is always funny.

Squish!Whack-A-Nerd

In “Window of Opportunity,” Teal’c and O’Neill are stuck in a time loop, reliving the same ten hours over and over again a la Groundhog Day. Eventually, it dawns on them that they can get away with doing just about anything, as no one else will remember their actions once the loop resets itself. So Teal’c finally gets back at the nerdy staffer who keeps bumping into him in the hall (whom he’s already warned, in Worf-like fashion, “Next time I will not be so merciful”), by flinging a door open and crushing him into the wall. Teal’c’s expression of utter satisfaction is hilarious. It’s a moment of pure id: I’m sure we’ve all, at some point, wanted to smack someone who got on our nerves.

And, as a potter, I would be amiss if I did not call this episode out as the one in which O’Neill learns to use the wheel. Somebody on the Stargate staff must be a potter for these scenes to look as accurate as they do – complete with sponges, muddy clay towel, mound of well-wedged clay, and Kemper tools!

POTS!That's a lot of clay for a beginner!

(It’s at 1:52:)

I Love The Java Jaffa Jive And It Loves Me

Speaking of id moments, how about “Urgo,” in which Teal’c, under the influence of an alien computer program, drinks an entire pot of coffee straight from the pot? I can’t tell you how many times I’ve gotten up groggy in the morning, gone to Starbucks, and wanted to do just that.

This one’s also on YouTube. For your caffeinated delectation:

Nope, I'm not gloating!He Who Gloats Last . . .

When you’re a big, powerful warrior and the rest of your team is composed of two nerds and one hothead, you know you’ll be the one to save their butts on numerous occasions. That’s got to be gratifying – and all the more so when they’ve just been granted superpowers and one of them has knocked you out in a sparring match (“Upgrades”). O’Neill, Carter, and Jackson apologize in turn to General Hammond for wreaking havoc and going offworld without his permission, and then Teal’c says, with the tiniest possible intimation of smugness, “I have nothing to apologize for.” Judge’s delivery, again, is spot-on: you can tell Teal’c is inwardly gloating, but the only sign is an extra brightness in his eyes and a very small upward turn to the corners of his lips.

In other Teal’c news, dude likes saying, “Indeed.” A lot:

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MREInfo: A Connoisseur’s Guide to “Army Alpo”

Here’s a wonderful time-waster for all you armchair survivalists out there: MREInfo, which, as its name suggests, tells you everything you want to know about MREs.

The MRE, unwrapped.

The MRE, unwrapped.

MREs, for my less martial-minded readers, are the meals-in-a-bag soldiers in the field subsist upon. The acronym MRE stands for Meals Ready to Eat, and, often enough, the moniker is a contradiction on all three terms. MREs are like airline meals on steroids: rather cunning meal kits consisting of a entrée in a pouch (think Starkist Tuna Creations); a water-activated flameless heater to warm said entrée; a side dish like rice or fruit, also in a pouch; a dessert in a pouch (toaster pastry, pound cake, or the like); a snack in a pouch; crackers and jam; a wee bottle of Tabasco sauce; a plastic spoon; and an accessory kit containing napkins, toilet paper, salt, sugar, drink mixes, and the like.

My experience with MREs is limited to the one military science course I took in college out of curiosity, when I did a day of training with the real hardcore ROTC kids and got to munch on my very own MRE. I received the dreaded tuna noodle entrée – which, I am gratified to learn, was discontinued in favor of more appetizing fare in 1998. It looked, and I imagine, tasted, much like cat food. But the rest of the meal was surprisingly palatable, especially the pound cake. And opening all the packets and pouches was, for this civilian, fun, though I’m sure it loses its novelty value pretty quickly.

MRE heater instructions. I love how you're directed to prop the heater up against a "rock or something."

MRE heater instructions. I love how you're directed to prop the heater up against a "rock or something."

If nothing else, browsing through MREInfo will give you a new appreciation for the troops who have to live on the stuff in the little brown bags. For devotes of weird food, though, it’s a goldmine: it contains “menus” for all MREs from 1981 through 2009, pictures of the contents, reviews of some of the entrees, and much more. Scanning the menus and seeing what items get dropped and added over time is like a crash course in military foodways. Out go the Leave It To Beaver standards like escalloped potatoes and chicken a la king; in come vaguely ethnic dishes such as chicken fajitas, beef enchiladas, pasta primavera, chow mein, and something known as “oriental” chicken.

Here’s a sampling of some of the other cool stuff to be found on the site:

Animal abuse? Reviewer feeds his cat an MRE entree.

Animal abuse? Reviewer feeds his cat an MRE entree.

Civilian MREs. Yes, that’s right, you don’t have to enlist in order to enjoy such delicacies as Brisket Entrée, Beef Patty, or Chili and Macaroni! You can order your own MREs through such companies as Ameriqual or MRE Star, or, for the ultimate in authenticity, you can purchase Menu Cs, made by the same supplier that provides MREs to the Armed Forces. Stock up now and you won’t be caught helpless once the bird flu pandemic hits or the zombies rampage your city! (Actually, they’re probably bought by the kinds of folks who hike the entire Appalachian Trail. I can see them being good for camping or hiking, and nerds like me kids would enjoy the novelty of using the heaters and unwrapping all the little packets.)

Gitmo MREs. Otherwise known as MARCs (Meal, Alternative Regionally Customized), these MREs were designed for the detainees at Guantanamo Bay. The entrees are all vegetarian, Indian meals like Channa dal Masala and Saag Chole. According to the reviewer, they’re not that bad-tasting.

HDR packaging

HDR packaging

Humanitarian Daily Rations. These are the MRE-type meals in bright packages you see being airlifted to refugees. The meals are vegetarian and the entrees sound like that joke on The Simpsons about Indian food: all beans, rice, and lentils. Interestingly, the bags contain the message: “Food Gift from the People of the United States of America.”

The story of the omelet-with-ham fiasco. At one point during the war, Iraqi allies were given MREs to eat – including ones containing the omelet-with-ham entrée, which of course they couldn’t have, being Muslim. So some generous soldiers picked out all the chicken and beef entrees and gave them to Iraqis, and were then faced with a diet containing a high percentage of omelets with ham. (I hope somebody sent those guys some good coffee.)

Brave reviewers eating MREs from the Reagan Administration. Yes, one guy was crazy enough to sample a still-intact MRE from 1986. He didn’t die from the “Army Alpo,” but neither did he enjoy the experience. No wonder, when the “Ground Beef with Spiced Sauce” entrée looked like this:

Are they sure that isn't a barf bag from 1986?

And for dessert, reconstituted fruit! Yum:

Tasty!

He also tried my old nemesis. Oh, memories:

I'm getting flashbacks just looking at that hideousness.

And look what a pitiful excuse for coffee they give those poor grunts:

MRE "accessory kit"

MRE "accessory kit"

Taster’s Choice? Nobody can fight on Taster’s Choice!

Bottle of "cordiale" from an Italian MRE

International MREs. Some Italian rations kits come with nip bottles – 3 oz. bottles of “cordiale.” Specifications state that this brandy-like liqueur must be 70 proof, pale amber in color, and “of a pleasing smell and taste.” :)

But you know who’s really got it made? The French. French RCIRs offer such choices as lamb navarin, paella, sautéed rabbit, and white bean, sausage, and duck casserole (!). Soldiers on duty with French troops have been known to trade 5 MREs for 1 RCIR, and in Somalia, reportedly, you could trade a case of RCIRs for a U.S. field cot.

A French RCIR.

Contents of a French RCIR.

If some company decided to combine the French entrees with the Italian cordiale they might have a hit on their hands: GMREs, or Gourmet Meals-Ready-To-Eat, perfect for the upscale hiker, batty rich survivalist, or starving grad student!

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Dorks Down Under: The Peculiar Appeal of ‘Surf Patrol’

This ain't Baywatch!Surf Patrol, now appearing occasionally on the Travel Channel, is one of those odd filler programs that turns out to be oddly compelling. The show wants very badly to be a sun-n’-surf version of Real Stories of the Highway Patrol, but, in reality, it’s more of a showcase of Aussie charm and eccentricity, with plenty of unplanned comedy thrown in for good measure.

Australian lifeguards, you must understand, are nothing like the bored college students sitting atop the guard tower at your local beach, and even less like the bronzed bimbos of Baywatch. Most of these guys are lifers: many appear to be in their 40’s and 50’s and one patrol captain is 71. They’re also a weird mixture of the dorky and the awesome. They sport a goofy array of headgear, from their signature red-and-yellow beanies, to floppy fisherman hats that look like something your grandpa would wear, usually accompanied by blotches of colored sunblock on their faces. The old, beer-bellied guys wear the Speedos and the young ones the baggy shorts. One guard is named Khan. Some patrol the unfortunately-named Manly Beach, where they take patients to Manly Hospital and even the female patrol members are identified onscreen as “Manly Lifeguards.”

Hey, I LIKE my beanie, okay?Then there’s the Inflatable Rescue Boat, or IRB, a device capable of instantly transforming the most heroic of rescue teams into the lifeguarding version of the Bad News Bears. Little more than a blow-up pool toy with an outboard motor, the IRBs are prone to tipping, flipping, refusing to start, and starting up without warning. IRB mishaps are so common that, on one beach, the guards have a standing agreement that whoever flips one must buy the team a case of beer. In perhaps the most memorable episode of “Surf Patrol,” the lifeguards struggle in vain to get the outboard motor going so they can assist in a rescue, and other guards swim right past their stalled boat towards the victim. The motor finally starts, they cruise over . . . and it stalls out again. Then a giant wave hits the IRB, catapulting all the lifeguards into the drink. Next the motor, apparently inhabited by some evil gremlin, starts up on its own, taking the IRB out to sea. Meanwhile the victim’s been brought into shore by the low-tech swimming guards, leaving the other guys to go after their boat.

The producers try awfully hard to make Surf Patrol a dramatic reality series along the lines of COPS or Untold Stories of the E.R.. The thing is, most of the time, there isn’t that much drama going on. Foreboding musical stings play over footage of pounding surf; the scene switches, cliffhanger-style, from one subplot to another (“Meanwhile, at Surfers Paradise, two children have been missing for over an hour!); and the gravelly-voiced narrator implies that dozen will surely drown if the lifeguards don’t swing into action immediately. And then . . . nothing happens. The missing kids are found at the ice cream stand, the guards help a couple of tired swimmers onto shore, somebody maybe needs a few stitches and some oxygen, but, eighty percent of the time, it’s not that exciting. And so the overly dramatic production values become a cause for unintentional hilarity. The lifeguards themselves sometimes unwittingly participate in this comedy of overstatement, as when they “save” visibly bemused swimmers from waist-deep water, or bring out a helicopter, an inflatable boat, and six guys with rescue tubes to ferry one struggling surfer back to the beach.

Beach Nazi is watching you.

Beach Nazi is watching you.

This boredom sometimes appears to take its toll on the lifeguards: one guy my husband nicknamed “Beach Nazi” goes back and forth with his whistle, ordering swimmers out of the water for such egregious infractions as swimming outside the area he flagged off or (gasp!) swimming with a T-shirt on.

But, the other 20 percent of the time, “Surf Patrol” is gripping. A young woman has a seizure in a beachside shopping plaza. A boy is stung by bluebottle jellyfish and has to be rushed to the hospital. A driver strikes a pedestrian and breaks down crying, sobbing to his wife over cell phone, “Honey, I hit an old man!.” At times like these, the dorky-looking guys and women in carnival beanies show that there’s more to them than beer-swillling IRB antics. They’re calm, compassionate, and knowledgeable, and, watching them save lives, I swear to myself I’ll never laugh at those mustard-and-ketchup-colored chapeaux ever again.

And then they go and do something like lose their Speedos in heavy surf, or break up a fight by yelling at the combatants, “YOU! Out of the water! You go that way, you go that way!,” or flip their boats and need rescuing during a lifeguarding competition, and I’m cracking up once more. Surf Patrol: there when you need them, dorkily hilarious when you don’t. More things in life should be like that.

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Merde!: Star Trek TNG’s Worst Episodes Ever

Our thoughts exactly, Jean-Luc.The Next Generation gave us loads of great television. From Locutus of Borg to Data’s struggles with what it means to be human, from “There are four lights!” to the rise of the Klingons as a viable subculture, from the fully-rounded ensemble cast to just about every line uttered by the inimitable Patrick Stewart, TNG represented the evolution of Trek to the blend of sci-fi and character-driven drama that would characterize it in all its future incarnations. (Okay, maybe not Enterprise.)

But, like all shows, TNG had its share of episodes that were, well, less than stellar. You’ll notice that, on my list, the first, second, and last seasons are well-represented, indicating that, once it escaped the influence of the Original Series, TNG really hit its stride. Most of its early clunkers, in fact, resulted from its trying to bring 60′s values and plotlines to a generation that had moved past them. The pasteboard treatments of “noble” Africans in “Code of Honor” and “folksy” Irish in “Up the Long Ladder,” as well as the uneasy portrayal of a matriarchal society in “Angel One,” smack too heavily of TOS’s own prejudices — acceptable in the 60′s but not twenty years later.

In seasons 3 through 6, TNG got over its growing pains to become a credible series in its own right, instead of a clunky impostor of the original. Season 7 was a bit weaker, succumbing to blandness (“Gambit,” “Homeward”) and weird-for-weird’s sake (“Genesis,” “Phantasms”), but it still contained many great character moments (“Dark Page,” “The Pegasus”).  Nonetheless, it makes its fair share of appearances here, on my personal list of the 10 Worst Episodes of TNG:

10. On Betazed, You Can Be A Little Bit Pregnant: “The Child,” Season 2

I do believe in fairies!

Why it’s bad: When a show starts with Troi getting knocked up by Tinkerbell, you know it’s all downhill from there. Plus, she gives birth to one of those plot devices T.V. children who conveniently die at the end of the episode, never to be mentioned again. It’s a cheap attempt to tug at the viewers’ heartstrings which is doomed to fail because: a) we know they’re not keeping the kid on the show, so we’re not going to get too attached to him; and, b) Troi’s ditziness just lends itself too easily to jokes about Betazed birth control and what Riker said when he found out the Goddess of Empathy was having morning sickness.

Picard decides it's time he gave Riker 'the talk.'Take that kid to the Bolian barber already!Only Troi could have birthed Sparkle Boy.

Bright spots: You can play Spot-The-Trek-Firsts, as there are lots of them: Pulaski, Guinan, Riker’s beard, Ten-Forward, and a sash for Worf that’s not made out of burlap.

Snarkability: About the same as any Troi episode.

9. What Happens On The Original Series . . . : “The Royale,” Season 2

Don't mess with Data.

Why it’s bad: It’s just like those “backlot” episodes of the Original Series, in which the crew would visit a planet that resembled the Wild West or a Native American village or 1920′s Chicago, simply because the show had a low budget and those were the sets Paramount already had available. But there’s no excuse for TNG, which presumably had a larger budget, to stoop to this kind of cost-cutting measure. Most of “The Royale” takes place on a boring casino set, complete with one-dimensional characters like a dumb showgirl and a gambler in a ten-gallon hat (creatively named “Tex”). Data also dons a hat and adopts a Texan swagger and generally makes himself as annoying as possible. The episode’s barely space-y and you’ll be barely awake by the time it’s over.

What's a casino without hard-gamblin' grannies?Stop looking at my, uh, two of hearts!If only those aliens had found a copy of the Kama Sutra instead . . .

Bright spots: None.

Snarkability: Low, but if you chug whenever someone speaks in a bad Texas accent you’ll be drunk in no time.

8. You Are Hearing Me Puke: “Force of Nature,” Season 7

In the mirror universe, Al Gore litters.

Why it’s bad: It undercuts a fundamental tenet of the Trek universe — warp capability — to make a lame and obvious point about the environment. In this episode, we’re told that warp fields create damaging “rifts” in space that put entire civilizations at risk. Now, if Starfleet gave up warp power, there wouldn’t even be a Starfleet — but think of all the ecosystems we’d save! Seriously, did Al Gore write this one? The episode ends without a solution to the warp drive problem, but, fortunately for the franchise, the issue is never mentioned again.

When you worry too much about the environment, your forehead gets all wrinkly.Feed me, mechanical slave!Playtime, wheee! I am the most interesting thing in this whole episode!

Bright spots: Well, Spot! Data and Geordi spend the entire B-plot squabbling over how best to train Spot to behave. Which is great if you like cute kitties, and not so great if you like good writing.

Snarkability: Low, unfortunately.

7. Póg Mo Thóin!: “Up The Long Ladder,” Season 2

At least they didn't name him Paddy.

Why it’s bad: This episode is basically one long, extended Irish joke. It’s like a “Top O’ The Mornin’” skit that never ends. There’s jigs and whiskey and pipes and brogues and harps and shamrocks — I’m half surprised a space leprechaun never popped out of a Jeffries tube. Plus, the episode does that annoying Original Series thing where the crew is positioned as the Golden Mean, while all other cultures are portrayed as primitive, repressed, or just plain weird.

Why on earth would they transport the hay?!Replicated whiskey. For shame.Cue the 'Outlaws of the Marsh' theme music.

Bright spots: The Klingon tea ceremony! It’s Pulaski’s finest moment, and it provides further evidence that the Klingons had to be based on Asian culture.

Snarkability: Depends on your tolerance for Irish jokes.

6. Shades of Pompousness: “Shades of Gray,” Season 2

Troi felt so bad for Riker that she brought him her sparkly purple sheets to cheer him up.

Why it’s bad: It’s a clip show that takes place only one-and-a-half-seasons into a program. Yes, I know there was a writers’ strike on, but surely they could have done better than the tired “character gets amnesia and the other members of the cast have to jog his memory” plot? And why center it on Riker? Why not let us see into Troi’s brain, which I imagine to be a sparkly wonderland filled with chocolate, or, better yet, Worf’s? They could just have Michael Dorn do a voiceover over the clips, telling us what Worf was thinking at the time of each incident. I know I could listen to variations on “PataQ! He was a man without honor,” for a solid hour.

Bright spots: Well, you’ll never be tempted to revisit Season 1 after watching Riker relive it.

Snarkability: More like snoozeability.

5. Let’s Hear It For The Toilet Paper!: “Justice,” Season 1

Bad 80's pornography? Nope, it's an episode of TNG.

Why it’s bad: The crew land on a planet inhabited by nubile, randy young men and women wearing only scraps of Charmin, and Wesley has to go and ruin their fun by almost getting executed. Our boy Wes also forfeits his Y chromosome when a lovely lass invites him to go off and “play” with her, and he suggests a wholesome game of baseball instead. But instead of ridding himself of the kid once and for all (“Sorry, Beverly, I can’t violate the Prime Directive for the sake of one nerd”), Picard beams down and makes a sanctimonious speech about how justice shouldn’t depend on rigid laws, which, we are supposed to believe, so impresses the “gods” of the planet that they let everyone off scot free. (Then Wesley comes up with a 342-page plan on how to make the Bridge more efficient, and Picard pushes him out an airlock, announcing, “And justice is served!”. That’s in the deleted scenes.)

I bet Rike had to be beamed off this planet kicking and screaming.Ewww, girls have cooties!Don't squeeze the Charmin!

Bright spots: Rivan’s greeting of Worf: “And I welcome this huge one!” Snerk.

Snarkability: Extreme. You could riff for hours on the “costumes” alone.

4. The Admirals Are Revolting!: “Conspiracy,” Season 1

I knew I shouldn't have eaten that gagh!

Why it’s bad: The Visual Effects department must spent half a season’s budget on this doozy: the episode looks like Trek crossed with Nightmare on Elm Street by way of Wrath of Khan. People barf up larvae, admirals chow down on mealworms, plastic purple scorpions skitter unconvincingly across the floor, and one guy’s head explodes. It’s B-movie bad, and impossible to take seriously — even Patrick Stewart can’t save it.

Mmmm, wormy!Off with his head!Data's innards look more organic than this.

Bright spots: Great for fans who hate admirals — and that’s pretty much all of us.

Snarkability: Intense. We’re talking MST3K-grade snark here.

3. The Bald Man’s Burden: “Journey’s End,” Season 7

Wesley will be stuck in this vest for all eternity.

Why it’s bad: Moralizing, pseudo-Native American spiritual mumbo-jumbo, and Wesley validation. What more could you not want from an episode? Pulling a page from the Janeway/Archer playbook, the writers get up on their soapbox with a hamfisted “parallel” to the disenfranchisement of the Native Americans during the settling of the American West. Of course, these Native Americans have only been on their “home” planet for twenty years, and, if they stay, they’ll all get wiped out by the Cardassians, but we’re still expected to think it’s a grave injustice that Starfleet wants to relocate them. (Psst, guys! Seize this chance to resettle on Risa!) And then the Traveler reappears to take Wesley to “other planes of existence,” by which I’m guessing he means one heck of a ganja trip.

I am sooo baked, man.You know what I could go for right now? Some of those sliders from White Castle.Do you really want to spend eternity with a guy who looks like Hugh Bliss?

Bright spots: No more Wesley! Okay, there are only six more episodes left in the series, but those six episodes are still guaranteed to be Wesley-free!

Snarkability: Moderate. Ganja and Chakotay jokes will abound.

2. A Garbage Bag With  A ‘Tude: “Skin of Evil,” Season 1

Ooh. Scary.

Why it’s bad: A major character is killed off in a way befitting a TOS redshirt. Actually, getting killed by a grumpy trash bag is even worse than how most redshirts died: I bet that, in Starfleet Valhalla, the dude who got blown up by the exploding rock on “The Apple” looked down at poor Tasha Yar and went, “Man, now that’s embarrassing.” Rarely has an episode been so completely spoiled by bad special effects: I’m surprised Picard and Riker didn’t just taunt Armus to death. “I am PURE EVIL!” “Pure petroleum?” “No, EEEEEVIL!” “Did you hear something, sir?” “No, but this planet is filthy. Too bad there’s not a HEFTY HEFTY CINCH SAK anywhere around!”

You know, if the writers really wanted something scary and oil-related, they should have gone with this guy.

No! I won't seduce any more women! I promise!Knocking off a blind man's VISOR. Real brave, Armus.My gravitas is wasted on this bag of goo! HEFTY HEFTY CINCH SAK!

Bright spots: Tasha’s touching farewell to the crew.

Snarkability: Off the charts.

Drumroll, please . . .

1. We’ll Have What She’s Having!: “Sub Rosa,” Season 7

Get a room!

Why it’s bad: Whoever wrote this one must have been reading a Harlequin romance at the time — an especially corny Harlequin romance, and, alas, a racy one. Never in my life do I again want to witness Beverly Crusher moaning and writhing and licking her lips on screen. Ew, I feel dirty just typing that. Besides the squick factor, “Sub Rosa” is cheesier than the day shift at the Velveeta plant, what with the twee, fog-cloaked Scottish village, the “hunky” laird, the cottage crammed with the entire contents of the fake flower aisle at A. C. Moore, the zombie grandma, and, of course, the booty call candle. Crusher, I don’t care how badly you want to make Jean-Luc jealous, that ghost did your grandma. And she’s none too pleased about it, either:

Hands off my man, missy!Do not incur the wrath of Grandma Crusher!

Bright spots: P/C ‘shippers will appreciate Picard’s barely-contained jealousy as he confronts Beverly and Ronin.

Snarkability: High, if you can stop covering your eyes and ears long enough to mock it.

(Dis)Honorable Mention:

“Angel One,” Season 1

The ambiguously straight men of Angel One.

Let’s see, a society run by women where all the men sport feathered hair, lamé shirts open to the waist, and skintight leggings. I’m guessing this civilization dies out in, oh, two generations.

“Aquiel,” Season 6

At least there's a cute dog in this one!

Geordi finds romance — and the audience finds a substitute for Ambien — in this snoozefest.

“The Game,” Season 5

They need to do this sort of thing to Wesley more often!

Once again, Riker’s womanizing ways threaten the safety of the Enterprise. And Wesley kisses a girl. You’ll need Purel for your brain after watching this one.

“Hide and Q,” Season 1

Great, just when I thought my son would outgrow being a tool.

When Riker gains Q-like powers, the blind see, the lonely find mates, and Wesley is briefly turned into a gay Nordic skier in a horrible sweater.

“Night Terrors,” Season 4

SURRENDER DOROTHY

Go towards the light, Deanna!

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“He’s Dead, Jim”: Starfleet’s Least Dignified Redshirt Deaths

He's . . . oh, you know the drill.Ever wonder why Starfleet officers are such policy wonks and butt-kissers par excellence? Well, it’s probably because they spend their entire ensignhood frantically trying to get promoted. Because low-ranking officers, as almost any episode of the Original Series proves, have an astronomical mortality rate. Send one down to any random planet with Kirk, Spock, and McCoy, and, chances are, soon you’ll be prepping the 24th-century version of a telegram.

As if the 1-in-2 chances of a sudden violent death weren’t bad enough, there’s also a very high probability that a redshirt will kick the bucket in a spectacularly embarrassing way. And by ‘spectacularly embarrassing,’ we mean stuff like ‘done in by plants, rocks, or robots that resemble aluminum foil-covered buckets.’ We mean that, when asked about your death, your relatives will mutter something about “killed in the line of duty” and leave it at that. Which is surely what they’ll do for these unfortunates, who bear the dubious honor of succumbing to one of the Most Inglorious Deaths in Starfleet History:

Do Not Incur the Wrath of Vaal

Lightning'd!

Gamma Trianguli VI: Edenic paradise, ancestral homeworld of the Oompa Loompas – and an absolute deathtrap for redshirts. One such ensign gets struck by lightning. What would be a fairly commonplace death, under normal circumstances, is rendered hilarious by a combination of bad 60’s special effects and the fact that he is the third redshirt to meet his fate within five minutes. They’re dropping faster than Tribbles in a vat of poisoned quadrotriticale!

Danger, Will Robinson!

Zapp'd!

In “The Changeling,” the episode that set the record for cannon fodder, a clumsy, slow-moving robot that looks like the poor man’s version of the ‘bot from “Lost in Space” deems four redshirts insufficiently logical, and obliterates them in a burst of red light. Get the message, viewers? Computers are evil! Up with humans!

Up With Humans, Part Deux

Let me just scan this, and . . .Laser'd!

Computers only seem to exist on the Original Series in order to run amok and reassure the audience that, yes, however “smart” technology gets, humans will still be superior. Because no human would ever take out a hapless redshirt who simply bent over to examine something with a tricorder.  That would be senseless, and inhumane, and indicative of a total lack of emotion and empathy, and . . . pretty freakin’ funny. Up with evil computers!

Agent Orange

Orange crush'd!

Or how about this redshirt, who couldn’t stop a guy wearing sparkly orange plastic armor? Some security detail. Worf would have puked.

Cupping Gone Horribly Wrong

Sucker'd!

Oh, those wily, wily women. You never know when one’s going to cheat on you, distract you from your duties, abandon Starfleet to get married – or mutate into a salt-sucking she-beast. The latter’s what happened to this poor officer. In a death that was surely in no way representative of the writers’ attitude towards women, a beautiful gal slunk into his arms, then transformed into a hideous monster, who, like some vampire armed with a miniature plunger, extracted the life force from his body, leaving him a pucker-ridden corpse.

Darn Kids These Days!

Vaporiz'd!

Of course, even that’s better than getting vaporized by an annoying teenager with the craziest eyes since Gowron:

Don't phaser until you see the whites of his eyes! . . . Okay, now would be a good time . . .

Sure, the guy was kind of asking for it by taunting Charlie X, but, still, Charlie was a pain. Actually, pretty much anybody under 18 in the Original Series was irritating as all get out. Like these brats:

Was there a sale on hideous patterns at JoAnn Fabrics or something?

Nope, no mini-Klingons, lil’ Ktarians, wannabe “reporters,” or dorky “geniuses” in bad sweaters for good ol’ TOS. And, what’s better, the episodes always wound up with the “grups” firmly in control. Now, where did I leave those dentures?

I Didn’t Mean to Call You Bigfoot!

Skewer'd!

On Taurus II, one hapless flunky gets crucified by a Yeti. Not so bad, you say? At least a Yeti’s a dangerous monster, you say? Well, it’s somewhat less than noble when you actually see the Yeti in question and realize the guy got skewered by a man in a fur coat wielding a Halloween prop:

ME KILL TOOL!Fascinating. It appears to be made of plastic.

Let’s just hope the dude’s family never gets to see these pictures.

There’s a Reason They Paint Targets Red

Stabb'd!

There’s no better proof of the trope that redshirts are expendable than this trigger-happy fellow. Had that Capellan’s aim been off by a little to the right or left, Kirk or McCoy would have been no more. But, no, the guy had to point his phaser at Capella’s answer to William Tell and — thwack!

To make matters worse, he was done in by a guy wearing a wetsuit decked out with fringe rescued from somebody’s grandma’s curtains:

These are a few of my favorite things.

Whatever They Offer You, Don’t Feed the Plants

Pollinat'd!

Back on Gamma Trianguli VI, a redshirt is killed when a plant expels its pollen into his chest. Granted, it’s a killer plant that shoots poison darts, but, still, it’s a plant. Dude was taken down by a pretty purple flower. Was this planet the inspiration for the Super Mario games or something?

I love the way the guy is looking down, too. He’s like, “Aw, man, this was a brand-new uniform!” And then he crumples to the ground. It’s unintentional Star Trek comedy at its best.

Death By Glitter

Swirlysparkli'd!

What’s more girly than being killed by a pretty purple flower? Being done in by a big swirly, sparkly cloud, of course! At least the guy in back got to ham it up a little before he bit the big one. You can tell he’s been observing Shatner.

And, just so you know they’re good and dead, the makeup department brought out the “Corpse Pallor White” powder.

Oh, the humanity!

The one closest to the rock looks like my cat when he wants to show me he’s “dying” of hunger. Maybe Bingley’s been watching Shatner, too.

Oh, the felinity!

But My Parents Did Name Me ‘Lieutenant’!

Marginaliz'd!

You know you’re expendable when your captain doesn’t even know your first name. Poor Lt. D’Amato, buried on an inhospitable planet, with only a cairn of rocks spray-painted ‘Autumn Russet’ to mark his final resting place. Kirk didn’t even bother to edit the guy’s tombstone: that should be an apostrophe, not a single quote!

Of course, Chakotay apparently didn’t have a first (or is it last?) name either:

Akoochimoya!

And I suppose not having a first name is better than being named after beer:

Here lies Tsingtao. This one's for my homies.

D’Amato’s (D‘Amato’s? – God, I cringe just typing that) manner of death was pretty embarrassing, too: apparently he died of aesthetic horror when confronted with this lady’s makeup:

Either her eyeshadow goes or I do.

KA-BOOM!

Pulveriz'd!

If you’re a redshirt on Gamma Trianguli VI, the most innocuous things can kill you: plants, soil, water . . . and even rocks. This dude simply stepped on a rock and was blown to bits in an awesomely Lichtensteinian fashion. After the commercial break: an ensign trips over his shoelaces and dies.

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Debbie Does Decon: Enterprise’s Most Gratuitous Moments

Oh, Enterprise. Your fate as a sucky series was sealed the moment Jeri Ryan’s catsuits saved Voyager from cancellation. Prompted by the popularity of Seven and her, uh, Borg implants, your creators decided the surest road to ratings was to sex things up.

Alas, Enterprise, hard as it tried, was always less sexy than it was hilariously gratuitous. This is the program, after all, that brought us the decon chamber and Vulcan neuropressure, perhaps two of the most obvious devices for creating sexual tension ever to hit the small screen. But, in the absence of any chemistry between the cast members, these sequences came off more as outrageously blatant than anything. Which, given the general blandness of Enterprise, meant that they were some of that series’ most fun moments.

So, set your phasers to “ogle” and your brain to “snark” as I bring you the Top Ten Most Gratuitous Moments on Enterprise:

10. Get That Grav Plating Back Online! Stat!

Avert your eyes, ensign!

A malfunction with the gravity plating means we get to see way, way too much of Captain Archer in “Unexpected.” In some ways, this scene is pretty cool: On all the later series, the characters take things like transporters and artificial gravity for granted, so it’s fun watching Starfleet grapple with new technology. It makes the Enterprise crew a little more believable – hey, we think, these could be my great- great-grandkids! And the CGI water is nicely rendered. But, still, it’s Archer. Naked. It’s an instance of that phenomenon where a person’s objectively decent-looking, but you find them repugnant solely because of their personality. Naked Archer would probably tell you he doesn’t have any clothes on because he can’t find any that were made with 100% organic cotton using sweatshop-free labor or something like that. Not sexy. Moving on.

9.  Civvies and Skivvies

If only the audience couldn't see me, too . . .

In “Vanishing Point,” a strange transporter malfunction makes Hoshi invisible to her crewmates, but not to the viewers. And it just so happens that this happens while she’s in the gym, so she spends the entire episode running around in tight-fitting gym clothes that show off her midriff.

Why couldn't they have issued me some boxers instead?Hey, you’re thinking, didn’t that happen to Geordi and Ensign Ro in “The Next Phase”? And wasn’t that episode a lot better? And didn’t Ro stay in full uniform throughout? There, in a nutshell, you have the differences between TNG and Enterprise.

In the interest of equal-opportunity exploitation, though, Enterprise does give the women some eye candy in “Acquisition,” when it’s Trip who has to spend the whole episode in his tighty-blue-ies. Of course, Trip looks exactly like a young Dubya, negating any attractiveness he might have possessed, but at least they tried. It’s more than they’ll do in later seasons.

8. Pon Farr Constitutes a Red Alert

Flashdance!

As if two crew-members-in-skivvies episodes weren’t enough, in Season 3 Enterprise decided to have a crew-member-in-skivvies-with-the-pon-farr. It’s a full 45 minutes of T’Pol in teeny gray tank top and shorts, sweating, growling, writhing on the floor, and coming onto every crew member in possession of a Y-chromosome.

I did find it amusing, though, that Vulcan horniness is considered a shipwide emergency, complete with lockdown procedures and EV-suits. But why couldn’t they just send a female crew member to sedate T’Pol? Oh, right, because that wouldn’t be nearly as amusing as having her hit on Reed.

His facial expressions after turning her down almost make it worth it, though. If that doesn’t say “I did the right thing, but, boy, am I gonna hate myself for it,” I don’t know what does:

Think of England . . . think of England . . .No good deed goes unpunished.

7. That’s What You Get With a Ship Full of Celibates

The things a long voyage can do to a girl . . .

In “Rajiin,” Archer rescues a sexy slave woman – named Rajiin, natch – who proceeds to seduce her way through the entire crew, women included. (Knowing Archer, I’m surprised he didn’t try to free all the female slaves and throw in Rajiin gives T'Pol a bra fitting.an Up With Humans! lecture about how we abolished slavery years ago.) Okay, she doesn’t sleep with them but just runs her hands all over their bodies to, uh, study their anatomies. So she can report back to the Xindi on the best way to kill them. Of course.

Rajiin is supposedly from a race that has irresistible erotic powers, but I think she was successful mainly because the crew lives like a bunch of monks. Seriously, you can count on one hand the number of times all seven of them get lucky over the course of four years. You could be a Nausicaan and have your way with these tools.

6. Um, I Think I See a Virus on Your Ear

Um, Trip? I can't reach my waist . . .

The Enterprise crew may not have much sex, but they get plenty of foreplay, thanks to one of the most gratuitous excuses to get actors stripped down in television history – the decontamination chamber. And not only do they strip down, they rub each other with ‘decon gel.’ The pilot episode featured Trip and T’Pol slathering gel all over one another – even though they supposedly dislike each other, and even in spots they could easily reach on their own, like the tips of T’Pol’s ears. Trip gets his hands inside the waistband of her shorts at one point, a suitable excuse for a nerve pinch if ever I saw one. Meanwhile, the camera pans lovingly over his pecs and her thighs. It would have been hot had it not been so glaringly, hilariously obvious.

5. Ménage à Decon Chamber

Someone call the ASPCA!

And if that wasn’t soft-core enough for you, in Season 2 Archer gets in the decon chamber with T’Pol and Hoshi. And Porthos, which is kind of disturbing. It’s a girl-on-girl-on-jerk-on-dog gelfest! Then Hoshi takes Porthos out, and Archer and T’Pol hook up. Ew! Fortunately, it turns out to be a dream sequence, but still, ew.

4. “She’s Got a Nice Bum.” We Know!

T'Pol's Redneck Dream?

When Trip and T’Pol finally do the deed after countless “neuropressure” sessions, she drops her robe to reveal all of her back . . . and more than a little of her derriere. Afterwards, she tries to pass it off as an “experiment in human sexuality,” but we know she was just embarrassed at having slept with someone who doesn’t know what “incorrigible” means.

3. Orion Girls are Easy

The Green Party?

In “Bound,” one of Enterprise’s worst groaners, Archer is made a present of three strippers painted green Orion slave girls, who proceed to charm all the men with their feminine wiles so that they can steal the ship. The women, conveniently, are stricken with “headaches” which render them powerless, leaving Trip, who’s immune to the green gals because he’s in lurve with T’Pol (I kid you not) to save the day. In the meantime, we viewers are “treated” to the spectacle of the guys on the crew following the Soylent Green Trio around all dopey-eyed and drooling, while the women act whiny and catty. Are there any redeeming qualities to this piece of targ droppings? Well, Archer does get shot . . .

2. I Knew I Should Have Worn My Sports Bra Today

Ensign Sato has had better days.

In Season 2’s “Shockwave,” when the Enterprise is taken over by hostile aliens, Hoshi crawls through the air ducts to free her shipmates, when, suddenly, she falls through a loose panel. In defiance of the laws of physics – and good taste – her shirt gets caught on the panel and is ripped right off her, forcing her to roam the corridors topless. There is no point whatsoever to this scene except to get poor Linda Park half-naked. I hope she had a long, long talk with her agent afterward.

1. I Did It All for the Neuropressure

This sure beats AmbienPlease disrobe.I derive no pleasure from this activity.

Oh, man. Just when we thought it couldn’t get more gratuitous than the decon chamber, Enterprise comes up with extended foreplay sessions Vulcan neuropressure. Basically, T’Pol has to give Trip some neural node nudging to help him, uh, sleep. Which she does. In her teeny silk pajamas. With candles burning. And Trip has to “disrobe,” too. Must . . . control . . . fist of death!Methinks someone just wanted her some Southern boy. I can’t blame her for that – we grow ‘em cute down here – but, as with most things Trip and T’Pol, these scenes would be much hotter if the actors involved had any chemistry. As it is, Trip might as well be massaging an Antedean.

And, Enterprise being Enterprise, there’s no way we could let the season go by without some girl-on-girl neuropressure. In “Harbinger,” T’Pol has to massage her rival for Trip’s affections, FACO MACO Corporal Cole (whom we never see after that episode). Alas, T’Pol doesn’t nerve pinch her by accident, though she sure looks like she wants to.

Honorable Mention: Standard-Issue Vulcan Undies

Why, T'Pol, you're looking very . . . logical this evening.What? You don't just hang around your quarters in silky PJs?A perfectly acceptable thing to wear in front of your shipmates!

Somehow I always thought of the Vulcans as a stoic, no-nonsense race: Practically every time you see them out of uniform they’re wearing these stifling, priestly robes. But apparently, under those robes, they all have on skimpy, tight gray underwear that shows off all their curves. And they like to sleep in adorable little shorty pajamas with the tops left half unbuttoned. And wear tight catsuits, even when they go on away missions to planets where they need to be comfortable and move quickly. None of this strikes me as very logical, but what do I know? I’m only a human.

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The Pecs That Launched A Thousand Starships

Fans of Star Trek’s Original Series know that Kirk’s chest possesses special powers all its own. When it’s exposed, he can defeat any enemy, seduce any woman, and escape from any sticky situation. But fabric, simple fabric, seems to be the Chest’s kryptonite. Somehow, though, Kirk manages to lose his shirt more often than a defenseman on a minor-league ice hockey team on Kronos, ensuring that the crew of the Enterprise will always have Pectoral Power on hand when they need it.

Either that, or the producers wanted to spice the show up with a little 60’s matinee-idol shirtlessness. Take your pick.

Whichever’s the case, the Original Series vies with Enterprise in its glaringly obvious attempts to get its actor(s) in a state of dishabille. And so, I bring you the ten most gratuitous instances of Kirk nudity in Star Trek history:

10. “The Turnabout Intruder”

Okay, so maybe I did gain a little weight between Seasons 1 and 2 . . . Who exercises with their legs up in the air? Why, Kirk, of course! It’s the Quad-Pounder, endorsed by 4 out of 5 Starfleet medical officers with blood alcohol levels of .45!

9. “Plato’s Children”

Chilly legs, boys?See, it’s not just the space bunnies who get the skimpy skirts in TOS! You can bet Uhura and Chapel were thinking, “Now they know how we feel.” Spock and Kirk never looked so self-conscious – Nimoy’s face says, “I’m wearing a skirt, I’ve got plastic leaves on my head, and I’m freezing my butt off.”

8. “Amok Time”

My pecs! My beautiful pecs!Even a pon farr-crazed Vulcan can’t bear to do more than scratch the surface of the Greatest Torso in Space. Somehow, armed with a giant lirpa, he manages to artfully slice Kirk’s shirt open, leaving a delicate line of blood that only serves to emphasize the Pecs. Well, we knew there was a reason T’Pring wanted to see Kirk fight . . .

7. “The Empath”

They even oiled my chest for me!Someone’s been a very bad boy: The aliens of “The Empath” hang a shirtless Kirk from chains in what looks like a scene out of “Vulcan Love Slave II.”

6. “The Enemy Within” (see also “Journey to Babel”)

I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt . . . In which we learn that Kirk just likes wandering around his quarters in the buff, presumably admiring his pecs in the mirror. “Journey to Babel” contains an extra shirtless scene – Kirk with a sparkly bandage wrapped ‘round The Chest in Sick Bay – but “Enemy” edges it out due to that oh-so-debonair towel.

5. “The Naked Now”

This won't hurt me a bit.It’s sword-slinging Sulu who gets to show off the chest in this one, but Kirk’s delts do see the light of day when McCoy rips Kirk’s sleeve off to administer an injection. Completely gratuitous – and inexplicable. Why wouldn’t he just roll his sleeve up? Or was McCoy too drunk to think of that?

4. “The Gamesters of Triskelion”

Succumb to the power of the Pecs . . .Kirk’s alien captors decide he needs to fight wearing only a weird suspender thing over The Chest. And a collar. What is it with these kinky aliens?! Fortunately, they let Chekov keep his shirt on.

3. “Shore Leave” (see also “Court Martial”)

My name is James T. Kirk. You have ripped my shirt. Prepare to die.While fighting Finnegan, Kirk just happens to have half his shirt torn off – and it stays that way for the bulk of the episode. They must make those gold shirts out of some pretty flimsy material, as this never happens to any of the guys in red or blue.

2. “What Are Little Girls Made Of?”

Yin and yang?What’s better (or worse, depending on your perspective) than Kirk au naturel? How about two naked Kirks, made safe for prime time only by strategically placed bands of metal! So went the thinking behind this odd device, which we’re supposed to believe will make a duplicate android of Kirk by whirling him around at insane speeds. Sure, right.

Just in case you’re curious about what’s under the metal, the episode later provides a Freudian analogue (or is a stalactite just a stalactite?):

This cannot be accidental.

1. “Charlie X”

Nice . . . insignia!Standard issue Starfleet exercise gear leaves very little to the imagination. Those tight pants make the stalactite look downright subtle.

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