writing, reading, life.
This is a quick post, and not something I’d usually write on, but something that really got my attention this week.
I overheard a conversation between a group of men. The youngest of the group (about 30 y.o.) was naming all the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles for the older men. This tweaked my interest because I grew up watching the original cartoons, and my brother had the video of the motion picture. What I noticed was that the men knew all the turtles’ names as well as Shredder and Splinter (for those who don’t know the cartoon these characters are all male). Not once did he mention April O’Neill. This conversation struck me because I hadn’t thought of these characters since childhood, but I was still bit angry that they didn’t mention April, the tough red-headed female journalist who was a close friend and ally of the turtles. Going back in my memory I realised that
when the film came out, I was really disappointed that April had been turned into a love interest for yet another male character (one who was not her intellectual equal at that, I can still remember my 8 year old head shaking in disapproval.)
For some reason I’ve been thinking over this for the last few days, and as much as I hate to admit it, I guess I saw April O’Neill as a role model. I’m not sure what impact it had on my life, but shit I was angry when I realised that those men didn’t remember her.