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Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead (1990)

“It’s not about the Cheerios.”

This was in reference to a story about a kid flipping the HELL out into a full-blown panic about running out of their favorite cereal. Not a tantrum, not a whine-fest, but an all-hands-on-deck, code-red, world-is-ending blowup.

The kid had originally come from a very unstable situation and experienced food deprivation. The new adoptive parents were stumped, because look at all the other food! You’re safe! We can get the Cheerios tomorrow!

But it wasn’t really about the Cheerios, it was about that first flicker of unease triggering all the old trauma. From the outside, it looked ridiculous. To the trauma-trained reaction of the kid’s brain, it made perfect sense.

Human brains are weird, and we’re all out here trying to survive. Sometimes our brains do this in socially acceptable, convenient ways. But not often.

guys I can’t stop

I CAN’T STOP

ROS (embarrassed): Yes.

GUIL: Every time?

ROS: Yes.

GUIL: What's the point of that?

Laertes is choir royalty and is mostly quite nice and encouraging about it, even joining in when you trash-talk your douchey choir director.

Ophelia is unfortunately not choir royalty, but not because she’s a bad singer, there’s just an oversaturation of Soprano 2s this year (and, let’s be real, there’s also a sexism element to it).

Horatio is a lowkey dude, so he’s not choir royalty either. However, he is well-beloved in his section because he offers rides to the choir bonfires and is all-around just a very sweet and talented guy who likes to sing.