Frankenstein’s monster is an early incel. It’s so ugly that society violently rejects it despite herculean efforts of the monster to find belonging. It’s solution is to terrorize the Doctor into creating a “female” monster for companionship.
So the monster is miserable, hates society, and has a plan to punish and destroy leading up to a climactic suicide. And it’s only hope is for a waifu created by science.
I think about this sometimes.
Some people look down on WWE, I see it as a window on American culture. Even the lazy refrain: you know it’s not real right? Well read the allegations against McMahon with special attention to how he ran his enterprise, and say that again. It’s as obtuse as saying “you know movies aren’t real, right”? Wrasslin’ is like what would happen if an improv troupe went global. Just think of the talent that’s come out of it: legendary athletes, blockbuster actors, …POTUS.
Instead of getting up early for Meet the Press, I stay up late for Monday night Raw.