An anon asked me to do my feelings about Tony Stark.
And I mean. Oh Jesus, I’ve had four years to accumulate wildly offensive opinions about movie Tony Stark.
I love you and I love this and this is everything I love and I’m just going to roll around in it and drop confetti on my face and sing. THE BERKELEY ANALYSIS ALONE.
It’s the dotcom millionaire fantasy writ large. Do millionaire kids in Silicone Valley show up in sneakers and hoodies to major company meetings because they can? Yeah. Does Tony Stark disappoint his friends again and again because he knows he can, because he knows he can win them back with his charm and smarts, because he knows they like him? Sure. Is Tony Stark nice to Pepper and those poor schmoes in the Humvee wit him? I mean, kinda, but only because he wants to be. Because he cares to be. And not because he believes that he should be nice to people even if he doesn’t want to, because well, that just wouldn’t be part and parcel of the Tony Stark fantasy, where you’re not only the brilliant genius rich untouchable guy ps did we mention you’re a genius, but you also get to be an
utter
complete
dickbag.
And nobody ever really calls you on it until you end up in a cave in Afghanistan with a car battery hooked up to your chest. Ever. Not your so-called friends. Not your so-called father figure. Not your parents. Nobody.
