I cant believe the like, HUGE amount of people i see commenting about how they “hated” Barbie. Not really here, but like on instagram and other stuff. It’s usually because Hari Nef is in it, or because they talked about Patriarchy too much, or just randomly for no reason at all.
Frankly, i think its sad. So, even if nobody is listening, i’m just going to come out and say I loved it so much. My eyes were fucking pissing tears at the end in this cathartic miasma of happiness, nostalgia, and love. Love for myself like i haven’t felt able to feel in so long. Love for my sister, my mom, my grandma. My best friend who’s about to get married, and her sister who just had a baby. For all the girls in my community who are taking it a day at a time. For all the women and girls we’ve lost to the shit going on in this country. Love for womanhood and womankind. All of Humanity. It’s been so hard being any sort of woman, and I felt so warm and seen. It’s not just okay to be who you are and where you’re at, it’s beautiful. It’s actually really fucking beautiful to be able to be sad, or frustrated, to feel triumph and heartache alike. It’s beautiful to get old. No matter how shit this world is to you, fuck it! It is fucking beautiful! It’s extraordinary to just… be. It represented the true magic of Barbie in the mind of a girl… not that you need to run the world or live in an ideal circumstance, but that you can be anything, just as you are. Nobody has to imbue you with some grand purpose. Nobody has to give you permission to be a woman, to be alive. It’s just something you realize you are.
That feeling is so massive. I’m so sorry you missed it.
Oppenheimer was really good too.