#ac renee

[uwullow]

from the smallest ant to the tallest tree; everything has something in common with me

[trashcreatyre]

Mfw when the animal crosses

[animalcrossingshowdown]

This is round 2 of determining the least popular villager. The one with the least votes will move on.

[hootcrossing]

ok

[michaud-joshua-x1496]

[imkrisyoung]

In da club with Renee, Vivian & Henry! 🪩

[luxraydyne]

Arkaig HHP Log #55 - Renee's Total Blank Slate

[trektown]

I’ve had this image in my camera roll forever

[starrodkid]

I like these two the most

[foxhole-pipe-dream]

The most important updates from Nora's recent tweets, TO ME.

[wintersgalaxies]

hello I am very obsessed with mean girls the movie musical, I had such a fun time watching it and saw it three times in theaters. Now, I see a lot of people talking about how hot Renee Rapp is in the movie (which, iconic, you love to see it) and how the movie is for the gays (also iconic).

Me seeing the movie three times has no heterosexual explanation, however, I am aromantic and asexual and was struggling to verbalize the ways I am obsessed with the movie and with the girls. I see so much love for renee and auli'i (deserved), but I want to articulate how much I appreciate the other characters, even if it is in a different way, so I worked through my thoughts in the only way I know how: creating a highly subjective chart

As an aroace human, the way I use "hot" "pretty" and "cute" as descriptors is based on aesthetics and vibes, not necessarily in equal measure. This is based on the characters in Mean Girls (2024) and really is not meant to be taken too seriously lol

if you are aro, ace, both or neither, please let me know what your thoughts on how you use descriptors like hot/pretty/cute are!

[lo-fag]

Grown ass man laughed and said ‘is that Renee Rapp’ when I requested talk too much for the car. girl how do YOU know who Renee Rapp is

[screenbeanz]

Empire Records. Joe playing drums to "If You Want Blood". Epic.

[animalcrossingshowdown]

[hootcrossing]

yeah *gossips really loud*

[elliwiny]

TLDR The Musical Chicago Taught Me About The Terrible Societal Pressure to Perform Gender Way Before I Really Understood What That Even Was

So it's Pride Month! And I've been listening to Chicago basically every day because it's exactly the length of my commute right now so I wanted to write about it.

I didn't grow up questioning my gender, and I guess my sexuality was 'I'll worry about that when I'm older' - until I got to my 20's and hit the 'oh shit, I haven't got the feelings I'm supposed to have, is something wrong with me?' phase of my existence.

Bringing it around to Chicago - I mean, look at her! It's Catherine Zeta Jones! Everybody is a little attracted to women, right? They're supposed to be hot! That's just how it is!

Hahahahaha.

But other than my hilariously delayed lesbianism I think Chicago stealthily gave me a primer on the fucked up ways our society enforces gender performance. Because you don't have to be trans to be in a situation where your life depends on giving 'em the ol' razzle dazzle.

The protagonist, Roxy Hart, is an asshole, a murderer, and kind of a ditz. Most of the criminals are right assholes, some are more sympathetic, and one is even 100% innocent! Aside from the innocent Hungarian, the thing the prisoners have in common is that they were boxed in, and were driven to violence after being pushed too far.

Whether 'too far' is justified is immaterial to the point. They became outlaws, and must perform womanhood to win over the court of public opinion and earn their 'not guilty' verdicts. And it's not just the kind of performance where you have to color inside the lines to not come off as weird, it's the kind where you dance and contort for the entertainment of the people who get to decide whether you get to live or die.

In Roxy's case this is kind of awesome. She's always wanted to be a star and with the power of hot-headed cold-blooded murder, she's stumbled ass-backwards into an unexpected avenue of fame and attention. She's determined to do this well, not for her survival (she doesn't appreciate the gravity of the situation, yet) but for a way to launch a career as a singer.

I mean what's Roxy's other choice? Go back to Amos? The guy who affectionately puts her on the same level as a housecat in his song? He's not the one who 'pushed' her, poor guy can't push anybody to do anything, but that's not even an option she entertains. I used to think he was one of the few good people in this movie/show, but it became pretty clear to me that devotion isn't the same thing as love.

Anyway, enter Billy Flynn, famous lawyer and expert ringmaster. In the song where he talks to the press, they do this cool thing where the reporters' initial questions don't follow the melody at first. As Billy crafts Roxy's story they quickly fall into the structure of the music, too. They draw the conclusions he wants them to, too. "Understandable! Comprehensable! Not a bit reprehensible, it's so defensible~"

Roxy's cover story is absurd, by the way, but it ingeniously plays to her type. She's a ditz but she's not naive, she has incredible natural instincts for the game she's playing. (Well, when it counts. She is resistant following the script, which sometimes gets her in trouble)

Roxy's innocent veneer plays contrast to the Hungarian, who becomes the first woman in the county to be hung for murder. She can't speak the language, literally, which locks her out of being able to play the game at all. In the framework of Roxy's imagination, we see the Hungarian's death as another performance... Because it is!

If you cannot perform, a narrative will be assigned to you and we will cheer for your pretty corpse. The metaphor could not be more clear. This is when shit gets real for Roxy, too.

Velma Kelly is also a good performer, who knows the game, but she has a disadvantage to Roxy. Her story just isn't as good. Nobody really believes she didn't do it, she's already so entrenched in the circus of jazz and liquor and sin that sentencing her is the least interesting outcome. I think that's why she gets away with shit like 'oh I blacked out I can't remember a thing' and getting her charges thrown out in exchange for her testifying against Roxy.

After all, she can't do it alone ;) if she didn't suck up her pride and embrace the pivot to playing the heel in Roxy's story, I bet she'd be hanging, too. Or at least, destitute.

They're both discarded by the public as soon as the verdict is passed and there's fresh blood to gawk at. The only way they survive as independent women cast outside the protections offered as stifled housewives is to embrace the world of Jazz, liquor, and sin... and most importantly, the narrative of the rivalry that they perform for those roaring ding-dong-daddies.

And it's not so bad, because that's what they both wanted, anyway.