On a scale of 1-10, is it wrong up that I have severely romanticized the relationship between Al and Trixie and now want a relationship like that?
Okay I say this but then I remember the sad girl he replaces her with and I mean, she’s just fucking golden
Let me help you decide which you are.
Trixie is Al’s soft right hand, the carrot he applies when sticks are inappropriate. She’s his subservient partner-in-crime. She takes his beatings, longs for his affection, and ultimately does as she’s told, but juggles her own priorities while doing it. Because she’s not just a punching bag; in her own, weird way, Trixie wants to be Al. To think the way he does. To see the world through his eyes. To so casually understand things that she normally struggles to comprehend. Al’s her mentor and role model; he doesn’t posess her so much as steer her. (Trixie‘s momentum is her own.)
Dolly is a series of holes to Al; she’s a pitiful, stupid little cunt with a soft mouth, patient ears, and little else to recommend her. She’s noisy when she should be quiet, fast when she should be slow, and vacant where she should be full. She’s a sad little cow whose eyes suggest tears even when they’re not falling. She’s absolutely nothing, but that’s okay, because she’s a nothing that has a place, and that’s good enough for her.
Aside from being whores, they don’t have much in common.