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Tag: life

  • Coraline: What Does it Really Represent?

    Since I was three, my favorite film has always been Coraline. I watched it for the first time when my mother was in the hospital giving birth to my little sister. I somehow convinced the friend watching me that I had seen the film before, though it definitely wasn’t appropriate for a three-year-old. 

    I grew so fond of it that I made everyone around me watch it, and I continue to replay it to this day, over fifteen years later. My mom and I have had countless conversations on the true meaning behind the uncomfortable story. I easily understood the meaning or symbolism behind most movies, but for some reason, I couldn’t place my finger on Coraline

    My first thought was that it was simply a film to make kids grateful for their parents. I always felt an overwhelming sense of relief when her real parents returned to her in the end. It made me want to run into my mother’s arms and never let go, so I assumed that was the intent for every viewer. 

    Though the concept is so unique and fantastical, I didn’t dig deeper despite the obvious wonderland theme. The older I got, the more confusing the meaning became, and I decided to finally figure it out for myself. 

    The biggest symbolism throughout the story is abuse. Even if it’s hidden or shoved in our faces in certain scenes, I had to dissect the film even to realize it was there. The other mother uses very apparent manipulation tactics like lovebombing, luring, and empty promises. Essentially, grooming her with promises of things she would never receive, in order to get her away from her parents. 

    Although her real parents are lacking in many ways, they were never abusive. They often ignored Coraline while they worked all day and moved into their new house. These obstacles seem very understandable, but, seeing the world through an eleven-year-old’s eyes, we feel her lack of attention and disdain towards her parents. 

    Their lack of affection and love led her to throw herself completely into a new reality with the Other Mother. Leaving no ties to her actual life, because she didn’t feel like she was missing anything. A clear motion of escapism, but in the eyes of a child. 

    The Other Mother asks, “Would you like to stay here forever?” After only luring her for a few nights. Coraline agrees without hesitation, not a single thought for her parents or her life. After this moment, we start to see this “world” of hers crumble. Showing that everything isn’t perfect and it never will be. The bright colors start to dim, the wallpaper starts to peel, and each “other” character becomes more grotesque. 

    The term “other” is famously used throughout philosophy, particularly with Jacques Lacan. The idea of split counterparts or personas that reveal our true intentions. Coraline highlights this exact concept by using the literal name “other” for every character in this separate world. 

    The blatant signs of manipulation and taking advantage of her naivety were there from the beginning, but embedded so far beneath the fantasy plot that it’s hard to see. Once she returns from the Other Mother’s clutches, she finds herself feeling grateful for her own parents. The only real solution in this theory is Coraline learning to accept that she needs to grow up and be independent, not relying entirely on her parents. 

    This idea makes the most sense with my initial childhood take of being grateful, though there is one more peculiar theory.  

    Another take on the abuse plot could be switching between the personalities of the same person. Instead of a predator taking her from her parents, her mom and the Other Mother are the same figure. A more in-depth analysis using Lacan philosophy. Her mom represents the mundane and “normal” side of her family. The Other Mother represents the violent side, starting with love and lavish gifts, but ending in anger and yelling. Many kids deal with the violent mood swings from their parents—especially those with mental issues, like bipolar disorder. 

    In the scene with the ghost children, they describe the Other Mother as “feeding” on them, which is the same term to describe abusers who need people to feed on emotionally. 

    When looking deeper through this lens, we can see the exact back-and-forth between these two personas and the feeling of safety or unease in each scene. The father being scared or numb in both worlds can also give us insight into the overwhelming fear and abuse that he is witnessing or maybe even enduring. He cares for Coraline, but not enough to stand up to the Other Mother.  

    The Other Wybie is also an important piece of evidence for this claim. The Other Mother makes sure that he cannot speak, so that he can’t talk about the abuse he suffered at her hands. Abusive parents usually display a facade in public, or in front of others, very similar to this. 

    The main symbol throughout the film is buttons. They are everywhere, from dolls to sewn onto characters’ eyes. With this abuse theme in mind, the exchange between the other parents and Coraline turns into something much deeper and darker. The promise of eternal happiness in exchange for buttons sewn into her eyes can be seen as the abuse changing her permanently. Once she accepts their offer, there is no going back, and she will forever remain impacted by their influence. 

    For a children’s film, the mature yet very relevant concept of abuse makes it much more important for the message relayed to young viewers, even if it took me fifteen years to comprehend. 

  • He’s Just Not That Into You

    As a woman, I think about this movie more often than I should. It was brought to my attention in one of my literary theory classes by my classmates, who were doing a presentation. Every woman in the room said that they show this movie to their friends and peers when they start to overthink their decisions regarding love. The opening scene of the movie depicts the close friendship that women have with one another, but also the disillusionment that we seem to pass on from generation to generation. 

    We see a little girl being bullied by a boy on the playground, and when she runs up to tell her mom, the only thing she says is “He’s doing that because he likes you.” This sentence brought me back to when I was young, and all the older women in my life told me the exact same thing. As much as it bothered me at first, I started to believe it. My friends were told similar fairytales, and they just seemed to evolve as we got older. 

    “He’s not calling because he thinks you’re too good for him.”

    “You’re just too mature for him right now.”

    “He’s intimidated by your beauty.”

    “He probably lost your number.”

    And so on and so forth. No matter what age I am, I hear these types of comments meant to make us feel better, but instead, they’re leading us to think that this is how women are meant to be treated. We allow ourselves to be continuously strung along and treated like shit, because that’s how all the women around us were treated. He doesn’t call when he says he will, or he’s not listening to you on your date because he’s had a rough day. But maybe the truth of the matter is that he’s just not that into you. 

    I have found myself repeating these very phrases to my friends, and It wasn’t until watching this film that I realized the mediocrity of it all. We’ve accepted that maybe women are much more complex and compassionate creatures, but in doing so, we’ve given men countless excuses for treating us subhuman. Many women have found solace in confiding in their friends, but we might be doing more harm than good in the long run. Many of these women end up settling for someone who isn’t enough, but they accept it because of the countless excuses given by their friends. This continuous cycle of delusion has only gotten worse with the age of social media, and now we have new terms and new phrases to feed to each other. 

    “His phone probably died.”

    “He didn’t mean to leave you on opened.”

    “He liked your Instagram story, that means he likes you.” 

    As I get older, it gets harder and harder to bear hearing these phrases, even though I know my friends and family are only trying to make me feel better. I still have to correct myself, but I’ve learned to say;

    “He just isn’t the one; you’ll find someone better.”

    “I would just block him; he isn’t worth your time.” 

    We feel a type of anxious excitement that comes with waiting by the phone, and we always assume that it’s that “spark” that makes us so excited to hear back from them, but it’s really the fear that they won’t call back instead of the joy we feel while actually talking to them. This term the “spark” has also given men more outs for being horrible partners as well as people. If we had friends who didn’t give us the time of day and never called back when they said they would, we would consider them bad friends. Why should relationships be any different? 

    My most valued expression as of late is “An extraordinary man is just an average woman.” This perfectly sums up the experience that the women in my life have experienced. We meet women who would give the world to you if they could, while a man who’s supposed to be your partner for life can’t even call you back or look into your eyes when you’re speaking.

    A very wise family member of mine always asks the same question when I tell her of my recent endeavors: “Is he fun or am I fun and he’s just there?” We see overly romanticized movies daily and assume that everything will just fall into place if you find a guy who checks all your boxes. But the truth is, when all is said and done, do you really enjoy being with him that much? Is it as fun as you imagined it to be?

    Though I would love to continue being a hopeless romantic, I’ve learned that real life doesn’t work that way. You aren’t the exception, but neither is he. 

  • Is Love an Option?

    I was recently asked the question “Is Love an Option” by one of my close friends. Although I wouldn’t say I’ve experienced the cliche version of love that we all know it to be. I’ve experienced many different types of love: familial, platonic, and a type of romantic affection. Love comes in all shapes and sizes, but do we really know how it starts? Having a crush or being attracted to a person can come naturally or be all consuming, but love doesn’t follow that same criteria. Love is slow and almost goes unnoticed until you find that it’s already there. I’ve watched everyone around me fall in and out of love over the years, and it honestly never looks appealing. I’ve watched my friends fight over trivial things with their boyfriends but refuse to see their flaws at the same time. Once I decide to question them, I always get the same line: “You’ll understand when you’re in love.” 

    This remark used to irritate me; I felt like a child being scolded by an adult for something I couldn’t comprehend. Since I was young, I’ve loved the idea of romance, whether it be in books or films, I couldn’t get enough of it, but the way love is interpreted in these forms is very different to the real world. Love is scary and unsettling; you never really know the outcome. Yet we still continue to love as much as we can, over and over again. Maybe it’s humans that have this affliction; we are made to naturally crave love. Some have a worse affliction than others and take whatever they are given. Even the phrase “I love you” is confusing. It’s commonly said between friends and family, but when it comes to romantic relationships, no one has the answers. Everyone I know has said the phrase at different points in their relationships, and every single one of them still doesn’t think they got it right. Too early or too late, or the wrong timing altogether. Why is it that these types of relationships are so hard to navigate? Even the sayings regarding love make it sound unnerving: “Love makes you crazy” or “Love conquers all.” 

    For those like me, who haven’t experienced this form of love, it sounds frightening and controlling. Romantic love from an onlooker’s perspective doesn’t look pretty or desireable; it seems like something no human on earth has fully figured out. Every piece of literature I’ve read has been influenced by some sort of love, and it always ends with tragedy or change. All of these factors seem to indicate that love is necessary to human life and progression; everything we do involves love. Whether it be protecting our families, hugging our friends, or being with the ones we love. Even if I decided that love was an option, it seems as though humans can’t help but pick love again and again.