I'm Your Favorite Villain

What’s up everybody today on Tha Express I will run through my revelation achieved while watching the play Wicked.

Yes sorry if you find it tragic, but your friends’ neighborhood superhero has soured his thoughts a little. In other notes, everyone has or will be going off to college once more. I’ve been through the goodbyes before but somehow I have managed to go back in time and make connections with some new friends causing the whole goodbye process to make me wonder if new friendships will fade just as so many have across the years. But if hindsight is 20/20, I’ll have more of a say in mapping out the future.

Before I begin I would like to say that the quest to dunk is going well I’ve been training 3-4 times a week and I’ve already been gradually making it up the hoop week after week. I’m about 3 inches away when I jump exhausted so that’s promising. We will see what happens next.

3 more inches to the Rim

The Main Event:
A couple weekends ago at the Civic Center I saw the Broadway Musical Wicked. Although heard of, I had never seen this musical before nor did I know what was about to go down. Basically it is The before and during events of The Wizard of Oz, but from the Witch’s perspective. A play that I really enjoyed for the most part, and advise that you should see even if you are a dude.

Understand I am no stranger to Musicals, I’m well aware of the whole lot of them and seen a few myself. So down to the Theater I went, Overly dressed but as always best dressed in the building. Perhaps a tradition, I enjoy mocking the high-life. I’m sure there were a bunch of two comma people who thought they were better than most of the world at this venue, so why not out dress and stress them with the cool of Carl Crawford running the base paths. The tradition started last year, when my crew and I went to see Phantom of the Opera. It was a jazzy night in the “ high class society”.

Ohhhh Carl

Anyway so the play begins when the Wicked Witch of the West . Elphaba is dead. The Good Witch Glinda then tells the story of her life to the town. Elphaba was born green, neglected by her parents, used as the blame chip, and teased and verbally abused by the community. She meets Glinda the Good who becomes friends with her, but mostly just to help her look like a humanitarian to the public eye. Yes although she develops the true feelings of friendship, Glinda the Good should be known as Glinda the Sell-Out.

During school, Elphaba discovers she has great talent in the world of sorcery. Only then do the teachers and Wizard of Oz realize her worth and start being friendly with her. They promise her that she can meet the Wizard of Oz
On the Journey to meet the Wizard, a lot of corrupt political scandals go on, such as the segregation of animals and humans in the world. Animals are forced out of jobs and tortured until they no longer remember how to speak to humans.

As this wave of corruption covers the city the only one who stands up is Elphaba. Once she meets the Wizard she finds out that He is behind the entire animal blacklisting. She refuses to go through with the Wizards plan of using Flying Monkeys to spy on the city and round up animals. As a result the Wizard and her School Teacher turn on her and blacklist her as well.

Elphaba is now the enemy the city and whole land.


Ok I’m going to stop there so I don’t ruin what happens at the end, But I might ruin it anyway.

I was pissed the whole movie, the most considerate and talented character was hated on and tortured through the whole play. Her best friend Glinda the “Good” sold her out and ended up telling the Wizard how to find her and indirectly is the cause of Elphaba’s sister’s Murder.

Nobody wanted to go against the crowd and stand up for what was right. They pushed Elphaba to the brink and no one ended up paying for it. That is probably what I wanted to go differently. I wanted some havoc. Cuz the political system created the Monster, so they should have had to deal with it.

I realize the play was a big metaphor for politics and racism and prejudice in the real world. But I don’t think people learn from these things. The real Good person in the play, so soon became Wicked and filled with rage.

And then it made sense to me. The superhero, the one that is really good, who really helps, who really knows what’s right and what’s wrong… well he/she must really struggle. Because so much of the world isn’t good. Why would you want to help the world if they never changed. Why would you want to save people who are so selfish and so absorbed about the status and well being of their lives? And as a result, the superhero then plays a game of choice, who to save and who not to save. They feel the anger and disgust of the actions the world commits. And in return the superhero becomes bitter, the superhero starts judging and the superhero refuses to help the selfish. And sooner than you know it, the superhero becomes the Villain.


But I thought it about it more, The superhero isn’t just a Villain.. They are the World’s Villain. A world that is Corrupt. And for the first time I understood that not all Villains are so bad. I only connected with the Bad Guy of the play, because Elphaba was only bad in the eyes of the corrupt world.

I wanted her to kill some bitches.

And honestly I was so into it that’s all my mind could think of.
If I looked at myself as Hero, I could easily see myself transition to Villain. It’s clearer than ever.
The majority of the world may never change, So let me be that Villain to them, and to the small part of the world that has changed I can stay the Hero.

“ What the world parades as good is only for power and attention”

This was a year ago. We don't play around

-ThaTKy