Doing sex work in Playboyy doesn't automatically tell you anything about a character other than that they do sex work. It doesn't tell you about their personality, their morality, their relationship to sex, what they want or don't want out of a relationship, why they're doing sex work. So it's beautiful, the show doesn't tell you more than if they were working in retail.
Yeah, they all need money. But it doesn't tell you anything about how we're supposed to morally interpret them, just their situation.
The sex workers are presented as people doing low-wage work who treat their job as a job and not a divine punishment or a tribulation they have to endure any more than your average retail work. They're not more damaged by their jobs than someone who had a rough day cashiering.
It also critically shows sex work as an option they chose to go after independently, a choice that was intentional and not out of desperation. They're not doomed by the narrative; they're choosing to make money with sex because they don't hate it and the money isn't terrible. Without the lens of tragedy normally applied to sex work, that's why we all did and do it. Why else does anyone choose a job?
I've never seen a show do this before and it's really fucking cool.
(thank you @technicallyverycowboy for helping me work out my thoughts on this and word them succinctly!)
I need non autistic people to realise meltdowns are a real debilitating thing that has a serious effect on your mental and physical health NOWWWWW!!! The way its been trivialized and lessened pisses me the fuck off. It's not a tantrum and it doesn't come from "being too weak-willed" it's painful and it's embarrassing AND MOST OF ALL IT'S INVOLUNTARY!! Don't claim to be an ally to autistic or disabled people and then make fun of people who have meltdowns. Literally get the hell out of my sight
It's Danny's first time doing his taxes, and he's reaching out to an online friend to help him.
This is how he discovers that as far as the rest of the world is concerned, Amity Park is a barely contained zombie outbreak.
He'd made an online friend, Bart, and they played video games a lot.
Danny's fulltime job is inventing alongside his parents, and as that makes him self-employed (he doesn't work for his parents just next to them), this makes his taxes a little...scary. And it's his first tax season.
He reaches out to Bart, and asks if he knows anyone who files as self employed and if they'd be able to give him some guidance.
He can't ask his parents because, apparently, they've just been throwing random numbers on the papers and have no interest in actually doing them. Danny would like to do this properly.
Also he would like to know how his parents haven't been arrested? Questions for later.
So he shoots a message to Bart, who's apparently in the middle of some sort of sleepover with all of his old friends. Bart assures him that it's fine, and they'll all pitch in to help.
They just need to know his city and state so that the nerd of the group, some guy named Tim, can look up local state and city tax law.
When he tells them he's from Amity Park, there's no response for a good ten minutes.
What follows is a barely legible request for a phone number to call, and a group of people on the other side shouting and asking how he's avoided dying in the hellscape zombie apocalypse that is Amity Park.
Danny has no idea what the other shit means, but he's not about to dodge a chance to make a dead joke when he has one.
"I mean. If you wanna get technical, I didn't. Is...that something that'll effect my taxes?"
OR: The GIW has been lying to keep the Justice League and Justice League Dark out of Amity Park by declaring it a Disaster Zone, stating that not only is there massive pollutants in the air and soil, but that the undead run rampant and are barely contained.
The wording they use, however, is a little weird upon closer inspection.
It never specifies zombie, and it never says what pollutants.
Danny's not super interested about that, though; he just wants to pay his taxes so that the IRS doesn't kill him in his sleep.
It’s the version of Ahsoka in TCW that we knew. She was badass and deadly.
But now we see that she’s also a kid. She was trained to be a child soldier. This is her after years of fighting and learning how to handle herself in a battlefield.
My physics professor just told the class the wildest story from when he was in grad school about building a high voltage unauthorized Tesla coil with the ability to kill a man