i see a post talking doom and gloom about how we’ll never escape toxic masculinity. i think about back in 2017 when american girl released their first boy doll, and a review for him went viral in the collecting community. the review was written by a mom, who said they went into the store to get their daughter a doll, only to see their son’s eyes light up like fire when he saw a doll that looked like him, and now every night he puts his doll in pajamas and rocks him to sleep. i think about the toddler in my daycare room a few years back who was obsessed with baby dolls, carrying them everywhere, and his mom proudly told us he uses his sisters’ old baby dolls and wants to be just like them. that toddler saw another toddler crying one day and gave her the doll he had to cheer her up. i think about the eight-year-old boy i saw a few years back, excitedly waving around raya’s sword in a target checkout line like all his dreams were coming true. there was a video on my instagram the other day of a little boy at disneyworld crying with joy upon meeting his hero, mulan. i think about the voice actor for bow in the she-ra reboot saying his nephews only wanted adora action figures. celebrity men are wearing dresses on tv now. last halloween i saw a little boy dressed as elsa. i went to go see spiderverse over the summer, and in the line ahead of me was a boy who couldn’t be older than twelve or thirteen, bouncing and beaming, giddy with excitement over getting to see the female-led romance movie elemental. i think about the five-year-old boy at my library who breathlessly asked me where the pinkalicious books were, eyes widening when i had more on my cart, his mom explaining that he is all about pinkalicious and fancy nancy. i saw so many pictures online of boys and men dressed in pink to see barbie. teenage boys are gonna open their phones and see the man who wrote fucking game of thrones dressed in pink to see barbie. when i was a kid, a boy dressing in pink was practically a social death sentence. there are boys running around in pink on my street right now.
Reading Comprehension Questions
Did OP say that misogyny had ended completely because of boys wearing pink?
Did OP say that men who wear pink cannot possibly do anything wrong?
Was this entire post about men wearing pink or just the last few sentences?
Does it seem like OP is suggesting we all fall into a matriarchal misandric dictatorship? Use quotes to support your answer. Anon if this is you you have a 250 word minimum and three hours before the saw trap goes off
Okay yall im thinking about the end of episode 2 in the context of the finale. ive always loved this bit of narration from jughead
“To someone on the outside peering in, it would’ve looked like there were four people in that booth. But I was there, and I can tell you, really, there were only three. A blonde girl, a raven-haired girl, and the luckiest red-headed boy in the universe. For one shining moment, we were just kids, those bright neon light of Pop’s keeping the darkness at bay, giving way, as all nights must, to a morning of reckoning”
because jughead is both within the narrative and outside of it, he loves his friends but there is a disconnect between them because he is both character and narrator. he can’t live in the moment because he is the one writing the moment, leading to him erasing himself from the scene.
and in the final scene of the series, the gang goes to heaven, once again together drinking milkshakes at Pop’s, and jughead is in the booth with the others, but he’s also outside the diner, telling the story, again reminding us that the neon lights of the diner provide comfort and ward off the dark. he wishes us goodnight but reminds us again that the night will relent into a new story because riverdale will always be your home.
One of my favorite True Facts about Riverdale is that Betty has a fake gay serial killer brother, not to be confused with Betty’s real brother who is in fact also gay and a serial killer (and is married to the fake one).
