I am part of a rich American family, in a rich American suburb, full of rich American people.
Life is hell.
Every morning, me and the rest of the Wives get up at 5:00am sharp. Fifteen minutes of jogging around the neighborhood, five minutes in the shower (set to cold), twenty minutes for hair and makeup, and then five to get dressed. If we’ve managed that in time, meaning no later than 5:45am, we might be allowed solid food with our coffee.
Sometimes shit happens and you forget how lucky you are. But sometimes there are sparks of light, like people and silly polaroids and bad karaoke and junk food and dumb jokes and ugly snapchat filters and you remember how many things there are to be grateful for. Last night I turned a year older and nothing changed; it was just me. The same me, but a year older. And I survived another year as nothing but me. And that’s pretty cool. // Last night was day one of the most exhausting, beautiful, stressful, memorable, and fun weekend of my life and I couldn’t be more grateful.
Don’t think about how this crossover episode could have gone if Karolsen were still established. Two healthy, interracial relationships getting paralleled. Two reporter women who are independent and strong and loving. Two men who love their girlfriends more than anything in this world or a parallel one and know that they can do anything.
Don’t think about how it would have been Iris and James, the two human Black people in the relationships, who got to save their superhuman SOs in this episode and be the heroes this time.
Don’t think about if James Olsen had a counterpart in Earth 1 who is also a world-renowned journalist that Iris West absolutely looks up to and is totally starstruck (even though she knows that this is a different James Olsen). Don’t think about James Olsen telling her that being a good journalist isn’t about getting the most glory or being the first to find a good story, but about making telling the truth, no matter how hard it is, and hoping that the story the facts tell can inspire everyone who reads it to do the right thing and make a difference in their own way. Don’t think about James Olsen making sure Iris knows that she is just as much a hero as the Flash, even without a superpower.
Don’t think about James Olsen and Iris West groaning to each other about all of the stupid shit their respective partners can get into when they’re in full-on hero mode. Don’t think about them commiserating with each other about how scary it is when they put themselves in the line of fire and they can’t do anything about it, but loving them enough to never force them to choose between love of their job and love of their partner.
Don’t think about how special and groundbreaking this episode could have been in comparison with how ugly and dumb it actually was.