Working Girls are automata / robots / clones who know only one thing: how to do their job. A job which is predominantly feminine. They represent the cliches which turn them into consumer goods. But beneath the standardized automated images lurks the possibility of disfunction. They are ideal “machines” who, under the veneer of their hyperfunctionality, come within a hair’s breadth of a hysteria which bursts out for a brief moment only to be quickly repressed again.