I’m in my mid-30s, and of course when you’re in your mid-30s and don’t have any of the standard mid-30s distractions in your life, you start to get nostalgic and ponder what-ifs.
This has been brought on by the Addams Family. I recently saw the 1991 movie and it stuck with me. I remember, way back in the ancient times when I was 12, how much I identified with Wednesday. I even wanted to dye my hair black, but my parents were horrified. “You’re blonde! Everyone wants to be blonde!” And so I listened to them. This may have been one of the last times I ever did
Instead of finding certain…other…ways to distract myself from life and my genetically gifted depression, I wonder what it would’ve been like if I turned more Wednesday-ish. I’m not sure the…joyously negative outlook would’ve suited me, but when you’re 12 your brain is being rewritten anyway so anything is possible.
Of course, the ultimate way I could’ve expressed myself is who I found myself to be just a few years ago. I had tendencies to like ‘nerdy’ things when I was young, but in the dark times of the 1980s with your Thatchers and your Reagans, it was strongly discouraged for girls to be into nerdy things. Because of that I didn’t even see Batman Returns and upon seeing it in my later years that Catwoman speaks to me.
Anyway, this post has gotten off track. It was inspired by a damn movie and continued on by some of my fashion choices as of late (mid-30s women can wear Batman shirts unironically, damn it.)