The happiness that the girls felt about having that baby shower actually broke my heart. They’re hopeful and invested about something for the first time all winter. They spent all day making (or, in Misty’s case, memorizing) gifts for Shauna and the baby. They’re not allowing themselves to think about the impracticalities and utter horrors about having a child in the wood, no matter what the outcome is. They just ate their team captain, and this is one of their coping mechanisms, to look ahead to new life and how they can offer an innocent creature some semblance of comfort and safety in a world where they have none for themselves.
And it’s, like, a baby shower is a vestige of civilization. It’s just what you do. It’s ceremonial in the sense that it’s a reification of the community that the soon-to-be-parent has in their loved ones. We love you. We’ll love your kid. Here, these are some things you’ll need to care for it. It takes a village, and we’re your people.
And Shauna receives that symbolic care here, but it’s so fraught with the fundamental tension that initially terrifies her in the wilderness and excites her in middle age.
They have no damn clue what’s going to happen with the pregnancy. For all of their many and spectacular competencies, they’re still teenagers in the wilderness, grappling in the cold and dark.
I think of Misty’s Steel Magnolias monologue, which is about a mother grieving at her daughter’s funeral. It’s the masterstroke of the movie—(which is based off a play)—and it’s about the rage and utter helplessness of grief. It’s about losing someone vibrant and young, who had so much more life left to give. (A Jackie analog. Jackie’s ghost will always haunt Shauna’s motherhood, both past and present. Jackie will now haunt all of those children.) It’s about questioning God. It’s about not being fine even though you primally scream that you are. It’s about being the only one who stays and watches that precious person die. It’s about the violence of grief and how you want to hit someone just to make them feel as bad as you do.
Misty concludes the monologue right before the other characters in Steel Magnolias intrude to alleviate the moment with some beautifully timed comedy, and that feels so poignant to me too. There is no alleviation from the pain, the suffering, and the sadness that these girls feel out in the woods. They have a baby shower, yes—they cling to civilization, they dare to hope—but even it is freighted by the compounding tragedies of their circumstances, which Misty’s performance reminds them of in a visceral way.
The movie ends on a bittersweet note. It is horribly sad that Shelby, the daughter in question, dies, but her legacy will live on in her young son. He’ll grow up so loved by his community of family and friends. Other people will have babies, and the cycle of life will begin anew.
But, as we’ve seen time and time again in Yellowjackets, all of our cast are perpetually stuck in the wilderness. They’re in a time loop, an ouroboros, consuming each other, consuming themselves, over and over again, in so many more ways than one.
Do I think the baby gets eaten in a physical sense?
Hell no—that’s a line that the showrunners and characters can’t and shouldn’t cross.
But do I think the baby gets eaten in the metaphorical sense that all of these characters do?
Absolutely. This is not a Steel Magnolias baby. They will not be an emblem for everything that is good and lovely and right in this world.
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someone provide dream and george with some goddamn MODS
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a concept
dark as the mafia boss in the prison who takes Yancy as his twink
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i always think abt my cousin in greece who's like obsessed with american culture, bc ill say that im going to a barbecue and she'll be like "wow.... a real life american barbecue... will there be red cups?" you bet your ass there'll be red cups. take my hand. have a hot dog. all your dreams can come true here at the real life american barbecue
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cant talk rn obsessed over the design concept of this 2017 production of pinocchio as a stage play where pinocchio is the only character played by a human actor and the rest of the cast are portrayed as puppets ,,,
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Hey all, you know how internet searches suck now? When the results are awful, full-of-AI, death-of-the-internet levels of bad?
Start appending date constraints to your searches - "before:2023".
My results have gone from 90% AI bullshit to ~60% usable - which frankly at this point is a huge improvement.
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I’m just so fucking pissed off man if they can surgically airstrike international volunteer food workers three consecutive times to ensure their operation is wiped out completely what the fuck is left for anyone to say
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Telling young zoomers to "just switch to linux" is nuts some of these ipad kids have never even heard of a cmd.exe or BIOS you're throwing them to the wolves
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