We Are Who We Are
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It feels like a defiant assertion.
But it could just as easily be a defeatist proposition.
It can be an expansive promise or a limiting curse.
The show does this in ways both big and small.
Fraser, ever the dutiful friend, waffles between being supportive and encouraging her to be careless.
You are your hair, he tells her.
Its what people love about you.
Turns out, hes voicing precisely why Caitlin must do away with it altogether.
In front of Giulia, shell be unequivocally Harper the young Americano she met and flirted with.
Thats what makes the final beat with Giulia all the more heartbreaking.
Not the clothes, not the buzz cut, not even the glued-on facial hair could fool her.
She is who she is but she needs others to see her the way she sees herself.
His search for spirituality is tied to a distrust of his mother and an alienation from everyone around him.
He feels like a powder keg about to explode.
(You know those women arent good people, he says.)
But they do set up the two families as existing on different axes altogether.
Richard has long shown his disdain (or is it intolerance?
Jealousy, perhaps?)
for his commander and sees in her nontraditional family a threat to his world.
Im more and more curious about Fraser and Jonathans flirtation.
(Is that what we should be calling it?
Might friendship be a clearer term, at least from the soldiers perspective rather than the doe-eyed teenagers?)
Their impromptu hangout at the movies watchingOuija: Origin of Evilof all movies!
was yet another bonding moment that feels like its building toward … something.
I love the smell of that hair // I like the smell of cumin.
In case you were wondering if this show is at all interested in the sensory experience.
Is there such a thing as anti-product placement?
Because thats definitely what happened with Honey Nut Cheerios in this episode.
This weeks Fraser garment I now wish I owned: his Futuristic Teenagers sweatshirt.
Fathers only matter to those who dont have them.
My mother doesnt know a fucking thing about me.
Sometimes a teenage cliche rings true even when it feels so old hat.
