And herein lies the tragedy, as Janet’s enemy doesn’t lie within the jeering mockery of her peers or the authoritarian disapproval of her mother, for neither exists. Janet’s enemy is herself, her low self-esteem, the fact that she exists presupposing that her small world shares the same disapproving feelings about her that she feels. She projects this upon them in such a way that she feels as though she needs to play the fool to their court of popularity, in the case of Tony, she feels that she needs to degrade the very things she loves and envies most about him in front of her friends.
In this world the nightclubs are friendly and youth oriented. There is no seedy underbelly that would ever imagine hurting Janet.