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New Yorker by Xavier Casalta
»no means no«
The invasion has begun.
That episode where you find out that a member of the zany villain squad actually has a heartbreaking past, which includes a bit where he pushes himself to perform a feat that has never been done before and has never been done since, all for the sake of love, only to be rejected as a freak.
All three of them have heartbreaking pasts.
Meowth’s was listed above.
James had abusive (at the very least neglectful, but they didn’t care how he was treated so long as he awarded them prestige) parents who had engaged him to a sociopath, who wanted to whip him and change everything about him to be more “presentable.” He ran away and was on the streets for a long time before he finally joined a crime ring.
Jesse was raised by a single mother, and the two of them were so poor that they rarely had actual food; her mother would make her a “feast” out of snow in the winter that Jesse considered to be a treat because that’s how badly they were starving. If the audio dramas are to be believed, Jesse’s mother was also a member of Team Rocket, who disappeared (read: died) on an expedition searching for Mew, leaving Jesse alone. And then Jesse, like James (and Meowth) was so desperate for a means to survive that she (inadvertently?) followed in her mother’s footsteps and joined Team Rocket/a life of crime just to get by.
“Zany villains” they may be, but Jesse, James, and Meowth are the three deepest characters on the show. I love them.
Story time, bear with me.
Last night I was sitting on the floor in Jack’s living room drawing while he packed his apartment. He found one of his lab notebooks from undergrad at MIT, and he’s like, “I’m going to throw this away.”
I can’t say what ANY of it meant, because physics and because nuclear engineering. But as I was looking through it I was like, you didn’t use half of the pages!
And he’s like, “Do you want it?” So I start drawing lettering in it real quick, in this notebook he hadn’t touched in five years. And he looks over and he’s like, “How did you DO that? I can’t imagine ever being able to do that!”
And I thought that was funny, because I was in awe of this book of handwritten notes, of problems solved that will never make sense to me, and supposedly what I was doing was unbelievable. We’re all different like that, huh?
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