Hey 3.5 readers.
BQB again. Really, who else would it be?
Another observation about “The Wizard of Oz.”
There are two sentiments expressed in this movie, and they are very much opposed to one another.
In the beginning, Dorothy sings, “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” i.e. somewhere out there is a whole shit ton of happiness…it’s out there, I swear. It’s coming just around the corner. It’s right there…over the rainbow. You can’t get over a rainbow? You can see the rainbow but you can’t get over it? Don’t worry. That amazing happiness is coming.
Then at the end, that bitch Glenda tells Dorothy that her ruby slippers held the power to bring her back to Kansas all along. I call Glenda a bitch because she could have told Dorothy up front that her slippers could bring her back home and saved her a lot of trouble.
However, Glenda makes a good point. Dorothy had to struggle through various ordeals in order to figure out that her happiness wasn’t in a fantasyland but it was at her home all along.
To put it all together, Dorothy thinks life in Kansas sucks big time balls. She has to do chores and live on a shitty farm and get bossed around by Aunty Em and there’s an old bitch in the neighborhood who is constantly trying to murder her dog.
So she dreams of a better life in a better place. But then she gets there and learns it is even harder. To get anywhere good in Oz, she has to fight a witch that can throw fireballs, fend off winged monkeys, venture into a spooky forest, and help three assholes find their heart, courage and brains, respectively.
In short, she was better off at home.
Are you better off at home than chasing a dream? Hard to say. Dorothy fought through all the bullshit only to find out that her dream, i.e. a magical wizard named Oz who could grant all her wishes, was just a dumb ass hiding behind a screen.
Your dream might be real. To get there, you might have to fight through a lot of shit and, well, yeah, you might get there and your dream might turn out to be bullshit, the equivalent of a charlatan working a fake head from behind a screen.
So maybe you are better off at home….better off in your shitty farm house with your Aunt and Uncle who love you and three apparently single, middle-aged farm hands who are capable of viewing a young girl as their friend and not engage in any perverted activities because it was the 1930s Midwest and adults were considered to only have good intentions toward children, not all how perverted and messed up it is today.
What do you think, 3.5 readers? Is happiness over the rainbow, or is it at home?