In the end he had become that which he hated. Everyone seems to forget that Hook himself had once been a boy. Not an ordinary one, but one chosen by the Neverland. A boy like Pan. He had stolen away and know the singular pleasure of being the island’s darling boy. Until he had killed his own Hook, then the island had spurned him and the fairies brought it a shining new boy after he had grown, nourished on bitterness and unfathomable rage, into the man. Into Hook. You see it’s a cycle. The faces are different and always changing, but the roles remain the same. There must always be a Hook and there must always be a Pan to fight him and cast him down.
We were discussing homosexuality because of an allusion to it in the book we were reading, and several boys made comments such as, “That’s disgusting.” We got into the debate and eventually a boy admitted that he was terrified/disgusted when he was once sharing a taxi and the other male passenger made a pass at him. The lightbulb went off. “Oh,” I said. “I get it. See, you are afraid, because for the first time in your life you have found yourself a victim of unwanted sexual advances by someone who has the physical ability to use force against you.” The boy nodded and shuddered visibly.“But,” I continued. “As a woman, you learn to live with that from the time you are fourteen, and it never stops. We live with that fear every day of our lives. Every man walking through the parking garage the same time you are is either just a harmless stranger or a potential rapist. Every time.” The girls in the room nodded, agreeing. The boys seemed genuinely shocked. “So think about that the next time you hit on a girl. Maybe, like you in the taxi, she doesn’t actually want you to.
If you’re having a rough day, just remember that we live in a world where yarn-bombing exists.
I can’t be the only one who immediately thought of
I still can’t believe we took a guy who likes to knit and turned him into a super villain.