Today, while all thee Spencer men (!!!) were busy having conversations (WHY?) with imaginary or inanimate objects… this happened:
HALLUCINATION LUKE: Your mind is quite a muddle there, captain. Although I understand why. All those blackouts. All those days spent in self-loathing. All that time you alternated between the bottle and the pleasures of the lovely Lupe, trying desperately to block out all the ugly memories…
OH. MY. GOD.
I realize that I have already given this waaaaaaay more thought than anyone on the writing staff, but would it kill someone to acknowledge the fact that “the lovely Lupe” was brutally murdered because she tried to help Lulu find Luke? Or that Luke was able to enjoy her “pleasures” because she was sold to him by the man who killed her?
Here’s the thing: I don’t expect soaps to be a forum on the abuses heaped on sex workers around the world. But if the show is going to go there by continuing to have one of it’s nominal “heroes” reference his many, many interludes with prostitutes, then it really owes it to the audience to treat the subject with a modicum of respect. They could start by not romanticizing it.
And it would be especially nice if — while spending pages and pages of dialog bemoaning how simply awful it was for Luke to grow up in a whorehouse run by his beloved aunt (who might not have been a saint but certainly wasn’t Javier) — at least some lip service could be paid to the reality that most men who visit brothels like that one have no way of knowing whether or not the girls are truly there of their own free will. But a lot suspect (correctly) that they are not.
And then they use them anyway. Just like our Luke.
But happy 30th anniversary, Laura! I think I’ll celebrate by standing in the shower until this unclean feeling washes away.