Weetzie Bat

Yes, it's twee, and frantic–and yet, oddly charming. Refreshingly LGBTQ-friendly, and it receives extra points from me for that.

an odd, bemusing California-punk fairy tale.

I should have just stuck with [b:Baby Be-Bop 71331 Baby Be-Bop (Weetzie Bat, #5) Francesca Lia Block https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1390274115s/71331.jpg 1506] and my useless memory of reading this book in high school. This was much too precious for me. Only My Secret Agent Lover Man had any sense whatsoever. Plus, holy cultural appropriation! Weetzie Bat and her friends are the most oblivious hipsters of all time, and I can totally see why I would have liked this book when I was 13...everyone is an idiot except me, no one understands these amazing things that I understand...This precious group of kids has looked outside their gingerbread house and seen bad things, so they live in their tiny happy bubble that no one understands, and when they do happen to get a whiff of something real, they can't handle it. Duck's friend has AIDS...that's awful. Instead of being there for him, because we learn that Duck never went to the hospital, he decides to run away to San Francisco and drink because it made him realize that we can kill each other by loving each other. Dirk drives off to find him while Weetzie and MSALM stay at home with their creepy babies and when D&D come back they all just hug each other and gaze lovingly into each other's eyes and I guess who cares that Bam Bam is still in the hospital? His illness is such a nice plot point for our main characters.Plus there's this crap:“‘That's a great outfit,' Dirk said. Weetzie was wearing her feathered headdress and her moccasins and a pink fringed mini dress. ‘Thanks. I made it,' she said, snapping her strawberry bubble gum. ‘I'm into Indians,' she said. ‘They were here first and we treated them like shit.' ‘Yeah,' Dirk said, touching his Mohawk.”They named their baby Cherokee.“Cherokee looked like a three-dad baby, like a peach, like a tiny moccasin, like a girl love-warrior who would grow up to wear feathers and run swift and silent through the L.A. canyons.”I think it's worth noting that none of the characters are Native.