#opposite perspective

Has anyone else noticed how Marinette and Adrien’s perspective on their partnership is the complete opposite when taking into consideration who raised them?

Let’s start with Adrien. Gabriel is portrayed as controlling throughout the show. He keeps secrets and always does what he thinks is best for the family despite said family opposing him. He always gets his way and completely expects everyone to follow his lead. Yet Adrien’s viewpoint on partnerships is based on trust and communication with a deep respect for one another.

Then we have Marinette, who grew up in a loving household where her parents loved and respected each other. Their partnership depends highly on blind trust and a mutual understanding that they are a team who keep no secrets from each other. Yet all it took was for one old man to tell her that it was too dangerous and that was it. She never questioned it. From then on she kept her “partner” in the dark with no thoughts on how that may effect him.

I was sitting on the second floor stair landing of my parent’s house, in the dark, and I guess I must have been 12 or 13. We had just got cordless phones (omg) but weren’t allowed to wander off into our rooms with them, I assume, which is why I was sitting on the stair landing in the dark. It was my friend from elementary school, who I hadn’t heard from since we had “graduated” grade six (that is the end of elementary or “primary” school where I am from). 

It was nearing the end of grade seven, our first year of junior high school (or “middle” school). He said he was coming back to go to school in our neighbourhood for grade eight. His family had moved to a different neighbourhood after we left elementary, and therefore he was attending a different school - I had also been attending an “out of neighbourhood” academic school that I didn’t fit in at, so would also be returning to the ‘hood for grade eight.

He said he was bullied. Then he told me it was because he was gay. I don’t think I even acknowledged his coming out. I told him I was excited to go to school with him again, and glad he was coming back, and that I had missed him.

He had transferred into our elementary school in grade three. He was a baton twirler in a marching band. I don’t think any of us had even seen a marching band. He knew all the words to Sir Mix A Lot’s “Baby Got Back” - and he taught it to all the girls in grade four, along with dance moves. His family didn’t “fit in” with the white upper class system we had going where I grew up. But neither did I, so we were friends. Supposedly he had a crush on me when we were eight years old (oops). He gave me a little porcelain jewelry box shaped like a heart, with a cat on it. He doesn’t know I still have it.