''Private Practice'': Addison Gets Some Private Practice

Pete let it out. He got in touch with his anger and punched the coach-guardian of the Olympic-hopeful runner. Again, not a good idea for a doctor, but I do think Pete needed to express his feelings.

I wonder what Addison is expressing when she wears those funny surgical caps. (What do I Google to get a funny hat like that? Oh, ''hospital hats.'') She came through for Maya's friend, but I couldn't help thinking that she'd have figured out that the friend was pregnant if she had simply asked some probing, but appropriate, questions of Maya.

Still, Addison sure did express herself to Pete: She caressed his hand as she learned that he'd hit someone ''like a cowboy, like a gladiator.'' She gave him a little too much information, and off she went to get busy by herself. Go, Addison!

So, TV Watchers, what happened to Coop's much-heralded Internet whoring? Is his one-note character adorably nebbishy, or is he just the poor man's Bradley Whitford? Is Violet finally going to get over Allan? Did he string her along horribly enough last night? Could two now-divorced doctors really fail to speak to their daughter about sex, each thinking the other one was doing it, and then blame each other with ''but you have the right parts''? Now that's pathetic. And, finally, is the suggestion of female masturbation really what passes for racy on network TV nowadays? Because it seems kind of tame to me. Or maybe I've just been watching too much Tell Me You Love Me.