Imagine being Heimdall and having a spirit so generous that you could sincerely say “welcome home” to the individual who once turned you into an icicle and is now showing up 15 minutes late without Starbucks to the apocalypse that he sort of started.
I love the fact that One Day at a Time portrays the life of a working class family in such a realistic way. In media it’s always either a working class family is living in a one-bedroom apartment with mould or a two-story house in the suburbs where they occasionally mention money problems and there’s no in between, but that’s not how it is for most people. Most working class people live like the Alvarez family. They can’t afford to buy a new car, but they have laptops; they need to rig the system to get cheap food, but they have well-paying jobs; they worry 24/7 about the cost of education, but they spend money doing fun things. It’s a strange balance that ODAAT has seemingly perfected. As someone who has lived in a working class family her entire life, that scene in s02e01 at the soccer game when Lydia is pulling food out her bag and is saying “the rice and the frijoles are in the pickle jar, and the lechon is in the butter tub, and the cookies are in the cookie tin but they are not the same cookies that came with the tin” I related to it SO HARD because that’s what we do.
