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The White Lotus Guilt Report: Smoothie Criminal
Now that we’ve answered the questions of the body — who will kill and who will be killed? — we must attend to questions of the spirit.
This is true even if, like the Victory Lap blondes, you are bonded more than ever by surviving a violent shooting that left many people in your vicinity literally dead in the water, and perhaps even truer if, like the Ratliff children, you are returning home to a life in shambles, the luxuries you’ve just discovered you cannot live without about to be stripped from you like your phones on the first day of this “detox.” And then after proving, through his wide-eyed acceptance of a life without possessions, that he was worthy of surviving his dad’s almost-massacre, Lochy finally sips a shake from Chekhov’s blender, which unfortunately for him is NOT a Big Bro Protein MegaBlast but is, instead, a Suicide Smoothie. He’s so intent on playing the bigshot during the negotiation that his energy is very three-kids-in-a-trenchcoat: insisting on whiskey, bragging about information he got “according to the internet,”; quoting A Raisin in the Sun while dropping dopey lines like, “all I care about is business and the bottom line.” I am proud of him for pushing for the $5 million, however.
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