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Betty and Veronica: A Competitive Female Friendship

Comic books used to be for guys. There were superhero comics, military comics, and spy comics, based on TV shows.  With the exception of R. Crumb and an omnibus edition of Cathy, the last comic book I read was The Six-Million-Dollar Man, based on a TV show about an invincible man rebuilt from robotic parts. I read it for a paper I was writing on the Prometheus myth in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein and pop culture.

But my studies of pop culture lay in the future.  The pick of the comic books for girls was  Betty and Veronica. I would read almost anything:  (a) Nancy Drew, (b) Little Women, and (c), The World Book Encyclopedia.   But what doesn’t fit with the others? Betty and Veronica, a spin-off from the Archie comics, which made its debut in 1950.  

Betty and Veronica were among the few female protagonists of comic books. As role models, however, I am sure they were failures. I can imagine mothers banning Betty and Veronica, because they reinforce sexual stereotypes of boy-crazy girls, yadda, yadda, yadda.  And in the old comics, the girls’ friendship was twisted, but that made it exciting, because we were always on Betty’s side.   Veronica, a spoiled, rich, malevolent brunette competes with her “friend,” blond, ponytailed, nice Betty. for dates with Archie.  Here is Leslie Fiedler’s literary trope, “dark lady, light lady.” (The dark lady is bad, the light lady is good.) For some reason Betty’s hair is green on the internet, but that was not the case on the printed page!

I never got the thing about Archie.  He’s a nice, freckled, red-haired boy with the sex appeal of a flying squirrel.  But dating is what girls do in Archie’s world. And there’s not much to choose from in Riverdale. 

Jughead, Archie’s nerdy best friend, is funny, so he might be my pick; but Reggie is a devious male version of Veronica, with less personality; and Moose is big and dumb.  As for the girls, Veronica has advantages in terms of clothing and travel, but Betty is nice and normal, and very smart, at least in her latest incarnation. It’s pretty much a tie between them as far as Archie is concerned.

Betty and Veronica used to be funnier. I suspect that the humor has been watered down for reasons of political correctness.  Veronica is no longer the treacherous vamp, though she is still malicious, and Betty is brainier than I remembered, at the top of the honor roll. The episode I enjoyed the most in a 1989 comic book (see frame at top of post ) shows Betty struggling to open the locker for a weak boy named Dilton, and his unabridged dictionary falls on her head.  This gives Betty ESP! 

In another less inspired episode, Veronica is allowed to run her dad’s business empire for the day. Much to everyone’s surprise, Veronica wears a man’s business suit in order to be ironic, saucy, and fashionable.  But everybody mistakes her for a man. Some young boys call out, “Betty has a boyfriend!” In this strange episode, super-feminine Veronica for the first time is not deemed feminine. The next day she traipses down the stairs of her mansion in a negligee.

I cannot pretend these make good reading now, but once upon a time… and I suppose someone still reads them.

Female Bonding & Rivalry: Consider Betty and Veronica

The chicken is breaded and ready to be fried. The salmon is in the fridge, should that victual be preferred. And what a lot of delectable side dishes from the deli: collard greens, sweet potato casserole, squash, salad, bacon Brussel sprouts, and a pie.

Why all this fuss, you wonder. Why the midwestern family-style menu? Well, let us just say an important guest is coming to dinner. She’s a good friend. An old friend.  A frenemy since high school.  She’s Veronica to my Betty:   our coming-of-age comic book was Betty and Veronica.

Last time Veronica visited, she cleaned my house. If she wanted a clean house, she should have stayed at the Hilton.  That’s my philosophy.  While she lectured me on the methodology of waxing floors, I was busy finishing a PR assignment. My husband  has occasionally said wistfully, “Remember when she cleaned the house?”  I snapped, “Don’t use that against me.”  

This time the house will be spotless. Okay, at least clean. I will not, goddamn it, look bad in front of someone who is not my mother. She was the only one allowed to help clean the house!  

Five hours into “summer spring cleaning”… I have mostly just cleared the clutter. Oh, and moved a lot of the furniture into the study so I can clean the floors.

A cat on a chair on a table.

The cats love cleaning.  They followed me around with bright eyes.  It’s more fun than the traditional string game. They crawled into many totebags today.   I took our totebags down from the shelf to load up stray books (they’re everywhere). We have Prairie Lights bags, Barnes and Noble bags, Skoob, Villette, HyVee…

I paused to take a picture of a cat on a chair temporarily perched on the dining-room table. So cute!  And I needed a moment before I lost my mind.

Really, I’m sure I’ll enjoy Veronica’s company.  She’s a smart gal, we both love Cary Grant movies, and we’ve known each other since high school.  If we have less in common than we used to, who can be surprised?  And though I’m cheerily married to Archie and she’s carefree with Reggie—we all have work that is more important than housework.

Let’s just hope she doesn’t clean my house to impress Archie and Reggie.  

If she does, no dessert for her!