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It's not quite an alleyway.

And Carolyn's walking down the street alone at night and she passes him.

She doesn't see him.

And he grabs her by the arm and pulls her in.

And she's like, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.

And I'm going to tell you any woman that happened to would be screaming their head off or they would have just like,

completely like your vocal cords can freeze with that amount of terror.

That is not romantic, okay?

That is an assault or an attack.

That is how your body would read that.

This is so fucked up.

Now, here's another scene in which Carolyn, at work with her boss, Calvin Klein, are flipping through the New York Post and they see paparazzi photos of Kate Moss, who has been made a newly minted supermodel,

by her new Calvin Klein campaign.

And they're debating the legitimacy of somebody who wanted to be famous, getting famous, then bitching about being famous.

None too subtle, right?

Here we go.

So again, none too subtle.

It's foreshadowing of Carolyn being like, you know, just because...

Your goal is to be a fashion model, nay, a supermodel, and be on billboards and your face plastered everywhere.

Doesn't mean you want to be famous.