I'm not sure why I'm even sharing this with you because to be quite honest, it ruined my night. But when Hannah (Magnanimous Patron of Felt Art) clued me in I felt like this called for a group effort. We need to collectively stoke our rage so that it will spontaneously combust and burn the eyebrows off of the person who came up with such a sacrilegious idea. What idea?
IT'S A BLOND ANNE OF GREEN GABLES IN A PLAID SHIRT AND SHE HAS TRASHY ROOTS AND SHE WANTS TO MAKE OUT WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND!!!!!!!
I could just vomit.
It's pretty common for me to get riled up about these sorts of things, like when they cast Carrie Underwood (another blond with roots) as Maria VonTrapp, or Kiera Knightly as Elizabeth Bennett. I care, possibly too deeply, about these beloved characters. But hear this now: Anne Shirley is beloved above all. I live my life by the question, "What would Anne Shirley do?" And when you make her look like she's about to hop is some hick's pickup truck to go drink beers down by the mill you have defiled sacred ground!
Commence the letter writing campaign!!!