Wren Kirk
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What Wicked Reminded Me About Life, Friendship, and the Dreams We’re Still Fighting For
Monday night Blu and I finally got to go to an early viewing of Wicked: For Good — something I actually signed up for months ago on Amazon Prime. They had an early-release option where Prime members could register for a chance to get tickets, but it wasn’t guaranteed because they were limited and expected to sell out fast. I signed up anyway, crossed my fingers, and about a month ago got the notification that they were available. I grabbed two immediately. Ever since we went, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. Until last year, I honestly wasn’t a fan of Wicked. I didn’t know much about it, and someone once told me it was basically a Wizard of Oz “remake,” so I judged it way too quickly. (And honestly, if someone had just told me Kristin Chenoweth was Glinda in the Broadway show, I probably would have gone to see it immediately.) Wizard of Oz was huge in my life — part of my childhood and part of my family. That famous Glinda line, “Are you a good witch or a bad witch?” felt freeing even as a kid. I loved witches and never understood why people acted like they were automatically bad. I always wondered how they got that way. I was a little rough around the edges growing up, but I never lashed out without a reason. That’s just not who I am. I’m a live-and-let-live person. So if a witch was acting out, I wanted to know what pushed her there. But no one wanted to explore Oz that deeply with me. Either they didn’t get it, or they thought I was trying to talk my way out of trouble — which wasn’t true. I never cared if I got in trouble for defending myself. My parents always knew if I was involved in something, someone else started it. Those nights usually ended with ice cream or a new Barbie. But if I started something? That was different. They warned me they’d melt all my Barbies. I believed them. One time my mom said if she had to ask me to do something again, she’d cut my Barbie’s hair off. I tested her. She grabbed my dad’s electric razor and shaved Barbie bald. I never tested her again. Barbie hair was everything to me.
By Wren Kirk2 months ago in Confessions
