She doesn’t want to be there. One of the most offensive and pernicious lies in the film industry are those “cheerful prostitute” characters. It’s all well and good to write nuanced characters. But the whole happy-whorehouse thing isn’t just cheap tricks for lazy writers who can’t think up real stories. It’s the glamorization of something that, if it happened to you, would destroy your whole world.
I will spare you the thought exercises, since I try to keep this blog shiny clean. But don’t tempt me. I’m a writer, and that means I can make you see things you didn’t want to see. Just go ahead right now and throw into the trash every DVD you own that perpetuates that lie. And change the channel, forever, if you see it on TV. Thanks.
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