I feel like she and I could be friends, but that I would constantly be trying to convince her to try to recognize when she can get what is best for herself, and what she wants for herself, by letting these assholes think whatever they want, and sneaking up on them with her brilliance and talent.
The irony within the juxtoposition of Debra, who is mentally normal, if not totally healthy, having so many social struggles impeding her, and Dexter who is an aberration but has no trouble blending in and advancing his agenda has never been lost on me. The show is well done.