Suppose an evidence is so as. Former Seven superhero The Deep is a large asshole. As two seasons of the present have defined, nevertheless, that assholery comes from the hero’s deep-seated insecurities and physique dysmorphia. As an Aquaman-style guardian of the planet’s oceans, The Deep has a set of huge, unmistakably fishy gills beneath his chest. The Deep’s insecurities have typically led to him lashing out, which acquired him exiled from The Seven to Sandusy, Ohio, the place he operates as a glorified Vought mascot at numerous theme parks.
Within the first two episodes of season 2, The Deep hits all-time low and is arrested after throwing a drunken scene at a theme park. The Deep is then rescued by fellow disgraced supe Eagle the Archer, his handler Carol, and the mysterious Church of the Collective. With a Fresca and a smile, Carol and Eagle persuade The Deep to affix their church…or no less than hang around for a bit and get some assist. That assist ultimately includes Eagle and Carol feeding The Deep some psychedelic mushroom tea and locking him in a room, alone with solely his ideas and a Goo Goo Dolls track for firm.
It’s right here that Patton Oswalt makes his debut as The Deep’s gills. The Deep’s gills (through the magic of ‘shrooms) guarantee him that he deserves to be liked. They inform him that he solely violates his sexual companions’ our bodies as a result of he can’t settle for his personal. Then, in a very weird and oddly touching sequence of occasions, The Deep’s gills encourages him to “have a look…an actual look.” So The Deep grabs a hand mirror and examines his personal physique for the primary time.
It’s price mentioning that the common-or-garden hand mirror is an unlikely feminist icon. Eve Ensler’s basic episodic play The Vagina Monologues has a second through which Ensler encourages girls to look at and acquaint themselves with their vaginas through a hand mirror. Ensler writes:
“I need to let you know that up till this level the whole lot I knew about my vagina was primarily based on rumour or invention. I had by no means actually seen the factor. It had by no means occurred to me to take a look at it. My vagina existed for me on some summary aircraft. It appeared so reductive and awkward to take a look at it, getting down there the way in which we did within the workshop, on our shiny blue mats, with our hand mirrors. It jogged my memory of how the early astronomers should have felt with their primitive telescopes.”