Alie arrived at our 1st-grade classroom wearing a sweatshirt with a hood. I asked her to take off her hood, and she refused. I thought she was just being difficult and ignored it. After breakfast we got in line for art, and I noticed that she still had not removed her hood. When we arrived at the art room, I said: “Allie, I’m not playing. It’s time for art. The rule is no hoods or hats in school.”
She looked up with tears in her eyes and I realized there was something wrong. Her classmates went into the art room and we moved to the art storage area so her classmates wouldn’t hear our conversation. I softened my tone and asked her if she’d like to tell me what was wrong.
“My ponytail,” she cried.
“Can I see?” I asked.
She nodded and pulled down her hood. Allie’s braids had come undone overnight and there hadn’t been time to redo them in the morning, so they had to be put back in a ponytail. It was high up on the back of her head like those of many girls in our class, but I could see that to Allie it just felt wrong. With Allie’s permission, I took the elastic out and re-braided her hair so it could hang down.
“How’s that?” I asked.
She smiled. “Good,” she said and skipped off to join her friends in art.
‘Why Do You Look Like a Boy?’
“So wait, I don’t even get a say in this? Not cool.”
Congratulations, Santana. This is your coming out party. Attendance mandatory, and no, you don’t get to dictate the terms of what little control you have over the situation I unintentionally started but it’s not really my fault because someone else did it waaaaaay worse than I did and that excuses it, as evidenced by my lack of apology in the script.
And yes you have to come. Because I just saved you from the punishment you deserve, as articulated and confirmed by three adult authority figures. Aren’t I a swell guy? You should accept my hug and support, because I am your friend and ally. And you know this because the script makes it so. (Don’t worry, we’ll let your girlfriend hold your hand in the background, let you kiss behind someone’s head, and let you guys hug at the end of the episode). I just don’t want to see you get hurt, because then I will feel like shit because you were my first, and me dealing with my pain is more important to emphasize than telling your story from your POV.
One of the most upsetting things about this episode (which was almost 100% upsetting) was that Santana made a number of these protests throughout - unequivocally stating that Finn’s project was not what she wanted, that she was not okay with it, that Finn outing her was not okay, that it was making her life worse. And every time she was steamrolled, ignored, and told that her feelings were wrong.
Not one person told her she was right to be upset or sympathized with her at all. They made her feel like this was a natural, normal thing that any good friend would do. That all she needed was an attitude adjustment and she would see just how amazing and wise Finn really is.
By the end of the episode, they actually made her believe that shit.
How dare her, really, to think she had the right to come to terms with her sexuality, with HER life, on her own time and her own terms.
#this week on glee: loud latina girl finally learns an important lesson from straight white dudebro about dealing with her own queerness
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Wakana, the vag blocker.
I promised not to ship any pairings ‘til I saw this.
I love the Adele mashup. Flawless Amber/Mercedes is flawless.
And it reminds me of this video:
Thanks for giving us the whole version waaay before episode 6 was made, Amber. ♥