Betty is none too impressed watching the latest Player photo shoot: Player-type models dressed as lawyers and a judge shooting sexy jurisprudence and abdominal muscles all over the place. She mentions to Daniel that perhaps this is a diversion from her suggestion that Player show women in "a more professional light." I like Player as a Mode for Daniel's less amazing qualities and I'm bummed that we're ending that period, but I have no idea where this whole Editor-In-Chief shuffle is headed, besides Christina's uterus, so I'm not worried about it.
However, what I am worried about is Betty's brain, because so far she has made two suggestions: cancerous lesbians on motorcycles and successful women lawyers. I mean, if it's your job wouldn't you pick up an issue or two and discern why those are stupid ideas? The beauty of the "natch" thing last year, rewriting Betty's earnestness in pseudo-hip lingo of the young people, was that it wasn't necessary. This is like doing that same story, only Betty is incapable of understanding her magazine or its readership. ...Which thing was her triumph at the end of last week: understanding that men are deeply stupid, and will pay money for the opportunity to look at stupid things plus boobs. "Does it always have to be women in bras?" she asks, as a case-in-point, but like: yeah. Yeah, it does. Daniel tells the models amicably to lose their neon pink bras, and they all throw them in Betty's face. But like, what happens when Betty starts working for Equestrian Monthly? Bitching constantly about all the horses on every page?
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