It's Time We Discuss How the Whos of Whoville Are Actually WAY Worse Than the Grinch
When the live-action adaptation of How the Grinch Stole Christmas hit theaters nearly 20 years ago, I was scared out of my mind at the sight of Jim Carrey dressed as the ghoulish, creepy, furry green monster who despises Whoville. Now that I'm an adult, I have a whole new perspective on the character. In fact, the film has now become one of my favorite Christmas movies.
Once I got over my fear of the Grinch, I realized that he isn't entirely wrong for feeling the way he does, nor is he really the bad guy (and his pithy wisecracks are actually rather admirable). If you ask me, the Whos of Whoville are way worse.
Ever since I had this revelation, I feel like I've finally seen the light. Although I don't agree with breaking and entering into people's homes, stealing gifts that they worked hard to buy, and being an all-around cold person, allow me to make a case for why the Grinch is the realest person in Whoville.
He just wants to be left alone, which isn't a bad thing.
Not everyone feels obligated to go out and socialize all the time. Sometimes, all you want to do is cozy up in bed, watch TV, and eat your weight in takeout. It sure beats going to a bar, forcing small talk with strangers, and paying $15 for a vodka soda that you could slam down in one gulp. It's much better to put that money toward getting a large pizza and a bottle of wine for you to enjoy alone while watching the same episode of Friends for the 33rd time. The Grinch is basically #lifegoals when it comes to planning a lazy, relaxing weekend.
He prefers to have a dog as a companion, which is pretty relatable.
Look, anyone who chooses to have a dog as their only friend rather than be fake with people they don't even like has my respect. The Grinch might not express his love for his dog, Max, in the most effective way, but he still confides in him. We've all sat on our beds and had therapy sessions with our pets, ranting about all of our quandaries and blathering random philosophical thoughts that enter our stream of consciousness.
Sure, pets don't really understand a single word that we're saying, but they're still great listeners (actually, that quality probably makes them the best listeners). Would a human have allowed the Grinch to dress them up as Rudolph and sat quietly while he shouted about the overcommercialization of Christmas? Probably not. Max is a doggone (I'm so sorry) good friend, and it's no wonder the Grinch prefers to be with him over the Whos.
The Whos of Whoville are aggravatingly judgmental.
The Grinch's anger and bitterness might consume him at first, but at least he isn't pretending to be something he's not. Most of the Whos in Whoville are pretty fake with one another. Not only are they classist, but they can also be condescending. Poor Betty Lou Who is completely robbed during the Christmas light decorations competition (#JusticeForBetty) all because the mayor has a thing for Martha May Whovier. Betty pours her Who heart and soul into making sure her house is lit, all to have her big moment in the spotlight be completely dimmed by Martha May, who always has to outshine everyone around her.
Whew, those were a lot of light-related puns. Forgive me.
The Whos also don't care that their singing is noisy AF.
If we're being honest, it is pretty inconsiderate that the Whos sing Christmas carols at the top of their lungs without any regard for their neighbor. I'd imagine it's like the Dr. Seuss version of neighbors who blast their EDM music so loud, you can feel the bass pierce your soul and the pulse of your heartbeat suddenly matches the rhythm of every Steve Aoki song ever.
As soon as the Grinch starts to feel welcome, the Whos humiliate him.
This one REALLY gets me. The Grinch finally opens himself up to the idea of celebrating Christmas, and what happens? They break his tiny heart by reminding him of an embarrassing childhood memory in which he attempted to shave his beard to impress Martha May Whovier. In the flashback, we see his classmates laughing at him until he snaps and destroys the classroom. I'm not saying that is an acceptable reaction, but it is understandable. He was already a target of bullying because of the way he looked, but somehow he's the bad seed for going off on those persnickety children, and they get off scot-free? That's a little twisted.
But, I mean, the concept of someone being unfairly treated and demonized due to their physical appearance isn't that uncommon. Maybe if little Grinch just got a hug and a reassuring "Everything's going to be alright," he wouldn't have tried to steal a whole damn holiday as an adult. Ya know, just a thought. *Sips tea and reclines in chair.*