The Addams family was, in fact, both magical and supernatural for its depiction of a healthy, loving, supportive, and fun married m/f couple.
This is now officially an Addams family appreciation post
In order to depict such purity and love in a m/f relationship, one must first set the foundation that these people are odd and not the norm. (per media standards)
They cared about their children, their children’s interests, and wanted the kids to always be true to themselves. How peculiar!
Gomez and Morticia never showed negative jealousy towards each other’s past love interests. Even going to far as complimenting them for being special to their true love. How bizarre!
They could forgive almost any character flaw in a friend or relative. The only thing that could not be forgiven was betrayals and pastels. Weird amirite?
Morticia is a woman’s woman. She allies herself with other women instead of competing with them. She even seeks to understand women different from herself and her beliefs. Strange.
Gomez wants Morticia to have whatever Morticia wants. He doesn’t give her permission, he actively supports her and motivates her. Fa-reaky.
I seem to recall once reading a review that said that Gomez and Morticia were the only couple on television in the 1960s whom you could actually imagine producing children.
Toddlers are so pure. She doesn’t understand that we help her with certain things because she’s little. She thinks that everyone just helps each other like that. So she tries to blow on my food and cut it up for me and tries to help me put on my shoes.
My toddler is incredible – she’ll literally grab a broom and sweep up whilst I’m cleaning, and when I push her stroller into the house after a walk she’ll grab the front and pull it into the living room. She also brandishes snacks at me if I’ve not eaten and will bring things into a room when asked. She’s so eager to help, she’s a really lovely person.
My two year old is the same way. The other day I hurt my leg and said “ow!”, she ran to me and asked if I was ok and when I told her I just had an owie she hugged me and went “Oh, baby! (She obviously copied that from me since that’s what I say when she gets hurt, lol) It’s ok, it’s ok, I got you” and kissed me. Toddlers are so pure.
I mean think about it. They stopped working together after Nightmare Before Christmas. Tim Selfinserton is known for really connecting to his characters; and for Nightmare, Danny insisted on being Jack because he saw so much of himself in him. Considering that Tim kept putting off writing the script (and then ended up not doing it lmao) and for some time the only words on paper were Danny’s songs, and parts of the film were shot before there even was a script. The fact that Tim wasn’t directing and the “script” they were using was Danny’s (who Tim didn’t respect) must’ve been a blow to his ego. Tim’s characters are him, he couldn’t handle Danny’s control over Jack who he (Danny) also saw as an extension of himself. You can see that in the film, as Jack isn’t the typical Burton protagonist, most notably in the scene where he realizes he was wrong and goes and fixes his mistake instead of whining about how no one gets his art and running away. So they didn’t speak for three years because they were doubles of Jack Skellington.
The only acceptable icing is buttercream. Whipped icing is a cowards choice and fondant people are demons and gotta meet me in the street for their poor life choices that led them to accept Play-Doh as acceptable cake decoration
turn on ya location and we can talk
Hope you understand sign language then cause all you’re gonna be seeing is hands
Dont trust anyone who says that anger is the proper emotional reaction to life
It’s like a drug. It feels awesome and gets you high on self indignation and righteous self pity.
But at the same time it saps all your energy from any activity except finding more generalized outrage to get your next hit.
It also makes you the unthinking, easily manipulated slave of anyone who feeds you a false narrative that justifies your unceasing outrage and resentment.
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