Alright, so the girls and I have a dirty secret, a guilty pleasure. Once a week, we gather around my computer, glass of red wine in hand, and indulge in our favorite TV show: Satisfaction. Never heard of it? That’s probably because it’s an Aussie show available to us yanks only through Netflix. It’s about a group of beautiful young women going through all sorts of trials in their lives: a young girl desperately yearning for human connection, a single mom sending her teenage daughter to boarding school, a lonely lesbian who recently lost her baby, a snobby sex kitten who’s about to snap, and a middle-aged housewife whose husband ran off to America with his secretary, taking their two children with him. Oh and there’s Natalie, the power hungry manager with a fetish for plastic. Yes, I said fetish. The one thing these women all have in common? They’re all prostitutes, or sex workers as the Aussie’s would say. What – I told you it was a guilty pleasure!
This show is absolutely addicting. Sex and the City minus the fashion plus some creative costumes and odd props (some we can’t even begin to imagine what they’d be used for). 232, the brothel where the girls work, is a gorgeous establishment with beds dressed in satin sheets and closets stalked with expensive lingerie. The girls live in beach front penthouses and have all the top notch clothes you could imagine. It certainly shows prostitution in a whole another light opposed to what Americans have come to think of it as.
The roommates and I love it because it gives us a delicious taste of something forbidden; it quells that little rebellious voice in all of us, yet it’s perfectly harmless. We’re experiencing the faux pas life of a prostitute without actually experiencing it. Plus, it’s absolutely terrific writing. The girls experience real life dilemmas and they find genuine support with one another. Enticing? Grab a glass and sign onto Netflix – we’re sure you’ll have a real good time.
*WARNING: Due to the nature of the show, there is some pretty graphic nudity. But we’re all adults, right?