My Least Favorite Trope (and this post will include spoilers for The Lego Movie, Guardians of the Galaxy, The Matrix, Western Civilization, and—cod help me—Bulletproof Monk*.) is the thing where there’s an awesome, smart, wonderful, powerful female character who by all rights ought to be the Chosen One and the hero of the movie, who is tasked with taking care of some generally ineffectual male character who is, for reasons of wish fulfillment, actually the person the film focuses on. She mentors him, she teaches him, and she inevitably becomes his girlfriend… and he gets the job she wanted: he gets to be the Chosen One even though she’s obviously far more qualified. And all he has to do to get it and deserve it is Man Up and Take Responsibility.
And that’s it. Every god-damned time. The mere fact of naming the films above and naming the trope gives away the entire plot and character arc of every single movie.
Had a dream last night that I was some kind of small mammal. I think it was a cat, but it’s fuzzy. Anyways, I was dating a beautiful female frog with three kids and they lived in this rundown room on the top floor on some house. Like, this room protruded from the roof. It was weird.
Anyways, the frog wasn’t the only one there. A lot of smaller animals (birds, beaver, groundhog, tiny platypus, etc) also lived there. But what I noticed were the spiders So. Many. Spiders. They dangled from the ceiling and I couldn’t stand it. I told the other animals to run because I was going to destroy the room to kill the spiders. I promised the frog and her kids that they could live with me and be safe. The kids were pretty excited, especially after I promised pizza.
As the animals were exacuating, I looked up to the ceiling. There was a spider right above me and it suddenly fell into my mouth. I was in the middle of choking on it when I woke up.