|"Now you can fly..."|
“Peter Pan is your least favorite fictional character?”
Don’t ask me how we got onto the topic. One of the things I love about Will is that we can just lie in bed together and the conversation just goes on and on. Sometimes one of us is doing most of the talking. (Usually me, according to him) and sometimes we share.
“I hate that little shit. If I could kick his ass, I would,” he continued.
“You never liked him? Have you read the book?”
“No, I don’t need to. How would you say this? The Disney version, even Sandy Duncan, they’re all the same. Iconic. Think about it. It’s a very sexist story. Wendy has to clean up and be mom for all these little boys who won’t grow up. Total male fantasy. Or really anybody who just uses people wants a Wendy to clean up and take care of things. Tell stories maybe when it’s all over so they can go to sleep. It’s the only reason they haul her to Neverland in the first place and even there she has to put up with all of the shit from the mermaids or Tigerlilly. I won’t even go into that whole racist thing.
“True,” I said.
“And Tinkerbelle hates her too. It’s that whole keep them divided by fighting with one another and at the top of it all is Peter Fucking Pan.”
“A bit of jealousy?”
“Not jealousy. It's Bullshit, Ada. That’s why. Yeah, I wanted to be him when I was really small. He could fly. I mean, who doesn’t want that? But when I got older, I watched it again at a cousin’s house and I couldn’t believe how stupid it all was. “Not growing up.” Every kid I know wants to “grow up” because that’s when you can do whatever you want. So it’s doubly false.”
“Maybe that’s a subtext that Barrie wanted.”
“I don’t’ think so.”
“So Peter gets all the girls to love him. He always beats Captain Hook.”
“Exactly. He always wins. There’s never a doubt. But really, growing up is when you learn you can never win. Maybe you never have, but you don't really notice and that’s why childhood seems so precious and all.”
“But you were figuring it out all along,” I said.
“I just don’t need some asshole in tights lording it over me.”
“You never were Peter Pan, baby. Maybe you're more like Wendy?”
He thought about this for a bit. He smiled, and then kissed me.
“Yeah. You're right. I never thought of it that way. You're not Peter either. I think that’s why I love you,” he said.
“Oh, I love you too. Besides, if Peter won’t grow up, he’s never going to regally shag his girlfriend on a Sunday morning.”