By Michelle Allen
There’s something oddly comforting about revisiting childhood stories as an adult — especially the ones with villains who, upon closer inspection, might not be villains at all. Take the Wicked Witch of the West. Green, dramatic, a little smoky around the edges… but honestly? She had every right to file a complaint with the cosmic manager.
Imagine it: you’re minding your own business, running your kingdom, practicing your cackle, maybe terrorizing a munchkin or two — and suddenly a house falls out of the sky and crushes your sister. A house. Not a meteor, not a spell gone wrong, but someone’s poorly parked real estate. And before you can even process your grief, the girl responsible walks off wearing your dead sister’s shoes like she just snagged a vintage find at a flea market.
From the Witch’s perspective, Dorothy is basically a sparkly‑shoes‑stealing tourist who refuses to leave. And honestly? I’d be mad too. I might not send flying monkeys, but I’d definitely send a strongly worded email.
But her “good point” goes deeper than grief. She’s a woman who refuses to shrink. She’s powerful, unapologetic, and not interested in being anyone’s idea of “nice.” The story calls her wicked, but maybe that’s just what happens when a woman stops apologizing for taking up space. Maybe she’s not the villain — maybe she’s the cautionary tale about what happens when society fears a woman who knows her own strength.
And let’s be real: Glinda wasn’t exactly helping. She floated around in a bubble wearing a ball gown, offering vague advice and zero accountability. Meanwhile, the Witch was out there doing the actual work — managing a castle, commanding an army, and keeping Oz’s skies interesting. If anything, she was the project manager of the entire plot.
So yes, the Wicked Witch had a point. Maybe not in her methods (melting people is generally frowned upon), but in her demand to be respected, heard, and left alone to mourn her sister in peace. Sometimes the “villain” is just the woman who finally says, “Enough.”
Maybe that’s the real magic of Oz — not the yellow brick road or the ruby slippers, but the reminder that even our “villains” are just people trying to make sense of falling houses, stolen shoes, and a world that doesn’t always tell the whole story.
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