Her parents are lesbian police detectives and she deals in high school. Suffice it to say, Fred is still white.ĭaphne is now an Asian or half-Asian bitch, she leans hard into the mean girl cliches but eventually sleeps with the completely irresistible Velma. I don’t know why Velma felt the need to mention it given that if Fred has Kallmann syndrome, the size of his penis is completely irrelevant because it doesn’t work. Fred is now bigoted and immensely stupid he hasn’t gone through puberty yet and has a small penis. This show is viciously spirited in every aspect of its existence. Indicating that despite Desi-Velma being the smartest and edgiest girl in Crystal Cove, remains completely unaware that she is a “grenade.” The girl the wingman throws himself on while the Alpha lands Daphne.
And is quite proud of being a power slut about it, she’s super-empowered by being the easiest lay in town. The show is absolutely and utterly pleased with itself for being so clever at all times.
The self-referential humor is laid on like foundational concrete. Velma is too above it all, to be above it all. Velma is a worst-case scenario self-insert. Mindy Kaling is a Hindustani American consequently so is Velma Dinkley. I’m sure this was all part and parcel of creator Mindy Kaling being a comedic genius the likes of which I am fundamentally incapable of understanding and given the basement-dwelling RT score of 9% neither does anyone else. They go on at great length about how sexist and exploitative it is to show nudity while showing nudity (more or less, the nudity is all strategic bubbles and butt cracks).* Since this is absolutely meant to be an adult cartoon, I don’t get the modesty bubbles. The cheerleaders start with self-referential jokes about girls’ locker rooms in horror movies. No, I’m not joking and neither is this show but it thinks it is. The first thing you see is two roaches fucking.
The show starts off in a girls’ locker room shower. I’m only covering this because pretty much everyone else is. It was that bad.Īnybody remember I Am Not Starfire? That horrendous graphic novel with the author’s fat self-insert character as a sarcastic edgy heroine who while being hyper-obese and ugly, still gets everything she wants? I am quite serious when I say I had to do this one in five-minute chunks. One episode was all I could manage, and I had to stop frequently. This is not a review proper because I haven’t seen the entire first season and I am absolutely not going to do that. I mean it’s so low it’s been sitting on the ground for three weeks.
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