Representation Matters

Alrighty roo! New medicines! Reaffirming that I love my doctor who didn’t make me try to explain my brain and just asked me a few simple questions and then we changed things up! And she gave me an inhaler to try to tackle this cough! And I think I can stop using exclamation points now!

She put me on Pristiq which is a new medicine so I will closely monitor my headspace for the next two weeks because I know there’s always a possibility that a medicine meant to help brain chemistry can sometimes hurt it. But let’s cross our fingers and hope it helps!

(Oops. Used another exclamation point.)

It’s no secret that I’m a sucker for Super-Hero based entertainment. I’ve loved all of the superhero movies, although to various degrees, but I’ve always loved them all. I remember watching Christopher Reeve as Superman as often as I could as I kid – I adored those movies so much. But I didn’t realize how much my exposure had been dominated by men until I started crying at the beginning training sequences of Wonder Woman with all of those fierce and strong women. It startled me, but the tears just kinda welled up a little bit and I thought Damn…childhood Kim really wanted to see this I think.

And then – without giving any spoilers – there’s a moment later in the movie that is filmed BEAUTIFULLY but it’s Wonder Woman leading a charge and it’s dramatic and amazing and at THAT point? I openly sobbed. I had never seen something so amazing before – this female superhero leading a fight in full Hollywood Production. It wasn’t one character in a greater story of other men, she was the LEAD and she was getting the full focus of all of the big dollars Hollywood had to offer and she was KICKING ASS and it made me cry so much.

I saw this tweet yesterday:

And I haven’t seen Call Me By Your Name (it’s not showing near here yet) but I did watch the Love Simon trailer yesterday and I thought of Dylan’s words and realized that Love Simon looks like to be for gay teens what EVERY OTHER MOVIE I’VE EVER SEEN was for straight teens. I can’t even list all of the coming of age love stories featuring teenagers that I’ve seen over the years. I mean, She’s All That, 10 Things I Hate About You, Say Anything, Sixteen Candles, Can’t Hardly Wait are the ones that just popped into my head without even THINKING about it. And watching that trailer I thought how it is probably making young LGBTQ people feel the same way that I felt watching Wonder Woman. This wonderful feeling of finally seeing YOURSELF in a story on the big screen. Here’s the Love Simon trailer:

And this is why representation matters. Because, with a white-male-heteronormative dominated film industry, it’s hard to feel like your experience is even remotely normal. And this is why it’s important that those of us who see our faces, and our skin color, and our love stories on the big screen repeatedly – we need to step out and support those stories that don’t reflect our own. Not just financially so that they keep being made, but emotionally so that we see the world through eyes not our own. Have you every struggled with coming out as a teenager? Then maybe show up and see Love, Simon. Or maybe watch the TV show that aren’t written for and by white people,
like Black’ish (which is SO AMAZING). Or maybe watch Moonlight which I think is available on Netflix right now. I think it’s important we all – those of us in the privileged majority – seek out art and entertainment written by and for people not like us. It’s like shopping a small business…we want to support things that we want to see more of. There are plenty of movies about straight white people, just like there’s plenty of Wal-Marts. There’s no risk that those stores are going to fade into oblivion. But the mom-n-pop stores might. And the movies and TV shows written by people of color, or written for people in the LGBTQ community, if we don’t support those type of projects then the big money in Hollywood won’t fund them and that’s bad for our culture as a whole.