The center of the carceral state is not, it turns out, the cold, frozen heart of the conservative dominated by an openly racist animus, but the warm, bleeding heart of liberalism, throbbing with feelings of goodness and tolerance.
Watts’ insistence on simply having experienced pleasure while fully clothed does nothing really to advance a more complicated idea of what counts as pleasure in public.
The mother is capable of making her own decisions and if she wants to abort a foetus, yes, a foetus for any reason whatsoever, she’s well within her rights to do so.
If Season 1 made prison seem like Camp PrisonCanBeFun for girls, Season 2 is bleaker and filled with reminders that the only certainty about prison life, besides the roaches and the shit bubbling up through bad plumbing, is the absolute uncertainty.