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Let me eat this taco…

What I’m getting now is that this society only works if a) the Vaults accept their role as receptacles of violence and b) they have the right attitude about it: they need to repeat the propaganda, assure their customers that they are designed for this purpose and that this societal structure is justified.

Ouuuu ok the metaphor is crystallizing—Vaults as a underclass against whom violence is sanctioned and protected by the law. They’re the punching bags who keep society civil by absorbing all of its anger: customers “deposit” their stress inside of them in order to achieve some level of inner peace/keep from acting out elsewhere.

Hmmmmm okay I’m noticing that the Antidote is a pariah “no one wants for a neighbor,” yet everyone comes to see her at one point or another. Her line of work is shameful but necessary; and it’s made her one of the few truly self sufficient women in town. Maybe I’m cooking here

I can’t help noticing the parallels between the Vaults and sex work: customers pay a fee to briefly enter their bodies to “unload” something (usually violent, usually shameful) while the woman lays there, motionless, trapped in a trancelike or dissociative state. One “transaction” is sexual in nature, the other emotional; but both reduce the woman to a body part, a thing to be used.

I’m about to have a ball in this bitch

Some passages do read like “baby’s first feminism,” but the atmosphere Miller creates in these first ten chapters is so vivid that I find myself not really caring. The character voices are wonderfully distinct, and the prose is so skillfully constructed as to feel effortless.

This food is so fucking good Lois