I saw the original cartoon feature "Charlotte's Web" when I was not yet born. Because it came out in 1973. And I am much too young to have been a 6 year old going to a theater in 1973 . . .
I loved this movie right up until the final moments. But the ending Pissed. Me. Off. I vividly recall walking out during the credits with a bad taste in my mouth. After all that Charlotte did for Wilbur, he didn't even have the sentimental decency to have named one of her daughters after her? Not even her middle name? "WTF?" is what I asked myself. At age 6.
That experience was what I would later learn to recognize as foreshadowing.
Charlotte, for mysterious reasons known only to her and likely part of a HUGE project chick/martyr complex, spent every available moment of her time (and some noticeably-- inconveniently--unavailable moments) trying to save a dumbass, whiny pig from his destiny as bacon.
He never asked for her help, she willingly gave it. He was petulant and bitchy and she, with all the cheerfulness usually brought about only via lobotomy, buoyed his spirits and kept fighting the good fight to save the poor little bastard.
Overly-involved-for-no-apparent-reason-Charlotte went so far as to expend her limited energy saving him at the expense of the provisions she was trying to make for the future of her own children! And for what? For PORK.
And in the end? Charlotte secures Wilbur's safety (and all the credit goes to Wilbur who did nothing more than not crap in public) and then she dies of exhaustion while giving birth.
And Wilbur's contribution to all of this? He bestows names upon Charlotte's three lame, retarded children who can't strike out on their own. And none of them is named after the one who gave her life for him!!! Self-centered, ungrateful son of a bitch.
If this is motherhood--and it is--what's the point?
Please, someone, pass the booze . . .