My Honest Review of Cursed Child

WARNING: Spoilers ahead!tumblr_nwnzkgfafg1uzswlz_og_1280!!!

This past weekend, I spent July 30th in a Barnes and Noble, awaiting the midnight release of the newest edition to the Harry Potter series. When I got home, I read until I fell asleep, and promptly finished in the morning. And let me tell you, it was one weird play.

Despite the weirdness, I completely loved it. I will try to keep this to minimal spoilers. I know there were a lot of problematic aspects of it, but there were also some amazing aspects as well. I have always been very much a fan of the books, and usually refuse to believe any kind of AU proposal to the words of Queen Rowling. Thus, even though some of the events in Cursed Child were strange, I take them as the truth.

First, I do want to address the queer-baiting. I’ve seen a lot of angry posts on Tumblr, which I completely validate and hear. However, I think it’s problematic that people are automatically assuming Scorpius is straight because he asked out Rose. First of all, BISEXUALITY EXISTS!!!!!!!! It’s quite obvious to me that there are feelings stronger than friendship between Albus and Scorpius, but that doesn’t mean that Scorpius can’t have feelings for Rose as well. Plus, they are fourteen year old boys, who are still figuring out their sexuality in a world that is, unfortunately, still very heteronormative. It’s still very bothersome that the writers did not put any openly LGBTQ characters in the play, and I am very angry about that. However, I don’t like the discussion that assumes Scorpius’s (and Albus’s, as well) sexuality is a dichotomy between straight and gay. Yet another instance of ignoring bisexuality as an option…

Second of all, despite a lot of angry Harry lovers, I think Harry was VERY true to his character. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE Harry and all his flaws, but If there’s anything I’ve learned from growing up, it’s that you usually parent like your parents, and if you don’t have anything good to go off of, you have to try very hard to be good. HARRY HAD NO POSITIVE FATHER FIGURES. Sirius was reckless and treated Harry more like a friend than a son, Vernon was…well, Vernon, Dumbledore had some serious trust issues concerning Harry…the list goes on. It makes complete sense to me that Harry would have some trouble being a parent.

NOW, for the positives:

  • Ron and Hermione are still my favorite couple ever. EVER.
  • Dumbledore showing up at the beginning of the play and then not again until the end was incredibly accurate to his character. I lol’d.
  • Scorpius is like, my new favorite. He’s adorable.
  • Snape!!!!!!
  • Lesson learned: Don’t mess with time. Just don’t.
  • When I read the seventh book in the fifth grade, I decided I would name my daughter Rose because I thought I was Hermione (and still do tbh). Literally all my favorite things have a character named Rose in them, and the name becomes more important to me as I grow up. And I just have to say – my future child’s namesake is BADASS. She wasn’t in the play enough for my liking, but I loved her all the same.
  • Albus and Scorpius ❤
  • All in all, it has a lot of lessons about fatherhood, motherhood, and leadership, all important things in my opinion.
  • It shines some positive light on Slytherin, which I appreciated. I’m still a die-hard Gryffindor myself, though.
  • Things happen for a reason. I think that this play demonstrated that in many ways, which is a lesson I’m working on understanding in my own life.

Overall, I thought it was a lot of fun. Yes, there were problematic aspects, as to be expected, but that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy it. It was fun, it was different, and it was very much a play. I hope that I can see it performed one day!

 

 

They Call it Geeky, I Call it Coping

Obsessive. Nagging. Nerdy. Geeky. All of the above. According to both friends and foes growing up, those words seemed to define me. They latched onto me and their negative connotations brought me down day after day. Especially in Middle School; man, that place was a hellhole.
Ever since I can remember, I’ve always felt to need to have something to obsess over. A movie, a TV show, a book, a song. I would spend afternoons rewatching Harry Potter or nights reading The Perks of Being a Wallflower over and over and over again. And of course, I would talk just about anybody’s ear off about my current obsession. When I was about 14 years old, I began to notice my friends making fun of me for obsessing over my favorite things, and I sunk into a quiet loneliness in which I would keep my favorites to myself. I started to question what was wrong with me: why am I like this? Why am I such a “geek”?
Over time, I’ve come to realize that this obsessiveness is a part of who I am. I find something that I love and I watch it, read it, or listen to it as many times as I see fit. These things make me happy. And during the long gaps of time during which I’ve lost motivation to read or my favorite TV shows are all off air, I do fall into feelings of depression or sadness. So instead of criticizing myself, I embrace it. Currently, I’ve been binge watching Doctor Who because the story keeps me interested and makes me happy, and the characters inspire me. And I’m proud about it! (Seriously. I’ll talk your ear off if you give me the time…)
I suppose what I am trying to say through all of this is that all of us have our little quirks. But as long as those quirks make you happy, nobody has the right to tell you it’s weird. Do you. Do what makes you happy. Watch those “weird” TV shows and listen to that “annoying” music because as long as it’s making you happy, it’s not weird or annoying. It’s awesome. And to anybody who ever criticized me for talking about what makes me happy: I’m doing me. And don’t you dare try to tell me to stop.