Alright, I didn’t mean to write three posts in a row about The Princess Bride, but it is Halloween and I had this one drafted before that whole other situation became such a situation.
As much as I love The Princess Bride and have contemplated the Princess Buttercup-Dread Pirate Roberts couples costume for the past few Halloweens, I realized this year that I just don’t want to be the Princess Bride. I’m not saying it’ll never happen, she’s just not a character I want to put on.
She’s mean.
Farm boy! Do a bunch of shit for me that I could easily do myself. *FLOUNCE*
She’s dumb.
She goes along with everyone else’s plans without question and doesn’t seem to have any of her own.
I got married. I didn’t want to. I didn’t say, “I do” or anything but it probably happened.
I guess she does make an attempt to save Wesley at one point…
…but mostly she’s just helpless and pokes at the guy a little until she falls over.
The most grievous point in the tally against Buttercup (besides her name, I mean really), is that when she’s faced with a seemingly-insurmountable problem, her answer is to kill herself.
C’mon girl. Plot some revenge! Scheme a little! Find another way. Put your red riding boots and tights on (then take the tights off and put them back on again in subsequent scenes) and high-tail it out of there. Learn some skills, like ambidextrous embroidery (because I am not left-handed). Consider piracy. Build a summer home in the fire swamp and train the ROUS’s as your personal army. You could live there quite happily for some time.
You know, be a believable human.
So tonight, instead of Buttercup, I’ll be a glowy lightning bug who’s trying to pass for someone much, much younger. Happy Halloween to you!
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