A few years back, I attended an anniversary screening for Fred Dekker’s The Monster Squad, with the cast and filmmaker in attendance for a post-film Q&A. A young girl in attendance asked Dekker whether he felt any reservations upon re-viewing it twenty years later, in having one of his young characters call another a faggot. It was an honest question that deserved an honest question in response. Dekker: “Ma’am, may I ask what your name is?” Attendee: “It’s ______” Dekker: “Okay,_______, if you don’t mind me asking, have you ever been a twelve year old boy?” I feel like any negative comments I might have towards Rebecca Perry Cutter‘s Besties would result in someone saying the same thing to me, just reversing the gender. I am not much of a fan of Besties, but I also was never a timid 14-year-old girl struggling to break out of her shell. I also did not live next door to the most popular and superficial (and self-assuredly smoking hot) girl in school, who I desperately wanted to be my friend despite knowing we were two wildly different classes of individual. I also haven’t killed anyone accidentally at a party in self-defense, and therefore I should not judge how two young teenage girls are depicted handling that particular situation.