This year, I will not celebrate her monologue. I can only trust her if she gives me reason to. I’m the kind of girl who flirts by asking, as Wednesday says to her love interest while they stare across a skeleton’s ribcage, “Do you believe in the existence of evil?”īut Wednesday Addams is a settler. Smug in my embrace of the macabre and hoping to grow up to be Morticia, I paint my lips red as a guillotine’s blade. I, like Wednesday, do not trust the Pilgrims. I, too, am the “little brunette outcast,” knife-eyed and long-haired, seen only in dresses black as bat wings even through summer. This clip’s Facebook rounds used to be one of the things I liked about Thanksgiving. They have said, “Do not trust the pilgrims, especially Sarah Miller.” My people will have pain and degradation. You will play golf and enjoy hot hors d’oeuvres. We will sell our bracelets by the roadsides. Your people will wear cardigans and drink highballs. Years from now, my people will be forced to live in mobile homes on reservations. You have taken the land which is rightfully ours. As a self-defined outcast and hater of fun, she chooses the camp’s pageant as the site of her rebellion, going off script with a monologue: Wednesday (Christina Ricci), my goth ancestor, has been sentenced to a summer of wholesome outdoors activity at Camp Chippewa, but she reviles the camp and its sun-soaked golden children. “How! I am Pocahontas, a Chippewa maiden,” she says through a forced smile in the 1993 film Addams Family Values. Thanksgiving is upon us, so it’s time for the internet to celebrate that video clip of Wednesday Addams in a beaded headband. Sign up for our newsletter to get submission announcements and stay on top of our best work.
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