It's An Outrage
Archie Andrews, perpetual teen redhead, has made a choice after 60 years of toggling between All American Girl Betty Cooper and Heiress Veronica Lodge.
He chose Veronica. The bitch.
Oh sure, it was just fine to let Betty work on his jalopy and bake cookies for him for six decades, but when it came to putting a ring on that thing, he went where the money was.
I guess the adage is true: men fool around with blondes but marry brunettes.
Will he and Veronica live happily ever after?
I doubt it.
He won't be able to provide her with the luxuries she's accustomed to, and if her daddy foots the bill for a lavish lifestyle, how long will it be before Archie loses his confidence and falls victim to erectile dysfunction?
And Betty, whose Blog tells of her heartbroken state, is still so in love with the red-crested cad, if he turns to her for sexual healing, what's to stop her from letting him have his way with her? Nothing.
I really think it's a travesty.
Anyone with half a brain and a quarter of a heart knows that Veronica should have married Reggie. They're exactly alike. They're soulless soul mates.
And come on, Archie and Betty are two average American kids. They fit together like a hot dog and a bun. She's cute, eager to please and sincere. How could he choose that awful, high maintenance society snob? How could he?!
This just confirms what I've thought since I was 10.
Archie is an idiot who deserves what's coming to him.