Here’s the real magic: Beauty and the Beast isn’t about a perfect romance. It’s about a bunch of flawed people (and objects) who learn to see past surfaces. Belle sees a prince under the fur. The Beast sees a woman who won’t take his crap. And Gaston? Well, Gaston sees a meal ticket and gets a face full of wolf.
So next time someone jokes about Stockholm syndrome, just smile and say, “Actually, it’s a metaphor for empathy and growth.” Then change the subject to that incredible library—because honestly, that’s the real love story here. (You’re welcome.)
