I want to run my fingers across your skin, trace shapes and messages into your soul, so when you finally see, it's too late. I've already given you my everything, and there's no turning back now. Let my lips tell you the story of how I fell in love with you.
I woke up in the middle of the night with the realization that Barbie initially sets off on a mission to cheer up the ‘girl’ who was having the existential, 'weird’, thoughts but at some point, she abandons the “cheering up” part of that mission. Barbie meets Gloria and her daughter, and she realizes that Gloria was the one who had those thoughts, but there’s never a scene where she tries to get Gloria to change her attitude. Barbie sat in that park and she came to terms with her own emotions, and as the movie went on, she continued to experience the ups and downs of being human, of being a woman, and in doing so, she validated Gloria’s feelings. Gloria didn’t need to change, she didn’t need to stop having these thoughts and emotions. She was completely valid having her own existential feelings and processing her feelings through Barbie, like so many people do.
what really got to me about the barbie movie is how the movie is really about how there is still a little girl inside all of us, and when you walk around the movie theater and see all these grown women dressed in pink and visibly excited, it’s a reminder of that. but moreso, it’s how your mother is a little girl too. and that all comes together in the end when barbie meets her creator. barbie was made so ruth’s daughter could be anything she wanted to be, and she named her after her. in the end when ruth helps barbie become human, she is her mother. and when in the end barbie introduces herself as barbara, she is her daugher again. you can be anything, but being human and mortal and imperfect is the greatest gift of all.
Not even remotely kidding when I say that if you don’t fuck with the LGBTQIA+ community, I do not and will not fuck with you. Big ass love to all the queer folks out there. If you’re on my blog, you’re in a safe place.
one thing about the modern internet that rules is how you can just see a completely unhinged tabloid story, look it up, and find out it’s true because the guy involved bragged about doing it on twitter the night before
