there’s something really special about the way that, during barbie’s breakdown, gloria comforts her with (loosely paraphrased), “it kills me that someone as beautiful and smart as you feels this way”
and the point, of course, is that stereotypical barbie and stereotypical ken have both suffered under the constraints of their titles, that neither have ever had any room for self-actualisation as dolls, but barbie is surrounded by powerful women. doctors, physicists, presidents, judges. amazing women who—unlike barbie—hold massive amounts of power and influence in barbieland outside of just being barbie. stereotypical barbie goes through her arc asking questions and believing that everyone else around her is more qualified, more intelligent, more capable, more-whatever than her, despite the surface thesis of her story being that she has to confront the inequalities still faced by girls and women in the real world. even in barbieland, this utopia for women, barbie herself does not feel on par with her other aspects
because even the narrator pauses the action for a second to acknowledge that, yeah, margot robbie is fucking gorgeous, and any situation where she’s saying she isn’t pretty is objectively wrong. but the narrator doesn’t stop to say, “hey, stereotypical barbie, you don’t have to be called anything special to also be intelligent and creative and worthwhile,” because despite the utopian ideals of feminine power, stereotypical barbie is still regarded as the blonde bimbo who has to rely on others to tell her what to do, even if it’s meant kindly
but gloria, who she’s deeply connected to, whose emotions and fears barbie has taken on, who feels inadequate and small in her own life, looks at stereotypical barbie—before barbie became the doctor or president or construction worker or anything other than a pretty girl in a swimsuit—and says, “how brilliant you are, already, all on your own, without any special titles at all,” knowing that the changes that she needs to go through at the end of her story aren’t to make her smarter or more capable, but simply for her to find her own place
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Anne de Marcken, from It Lasts Forever and Then It's Over [ID'd]
when my heart stop spilling out of my chest from anxiety, and my legs stop bouncing, and i can fucking concentrate at anything at all you'll see my power
worst part about getting angry is how much it makes you want to be mean
i'm already on the verge of closing this and leaving already, why starting things here from scratch is so hard? ugh
starting a new blog here is definitely a decision lol
Sir that’s my emotional support album that nobody else cares about
Insane that being in your 20s counts as adulthood. Being in your 20s just feels like the sequel to being a teenager
I don't think I'm better off for having a computer in my pocket at all times. I was better off when the computer was a thing I booted up to play Zoo Tycoon.
she/her • in my 20s • back to putting my thoughts on this hellsite
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