Who gets to be a villain?
As a child, I loved the Disney movie Sleeping Beauty — but probably not for the reason I was supposed to. I suffered through Aurora's sappy yearning for love. I yawned at the Prince (. . . um, Erik?) and his earnest escapades. I loved the Flora, Fauna, and Merriwether of course — who doesn't appreciate a gaggle of adorable witchy aunties who are just doing their best at adulting? But I watched Sleeping Beauty for my idol. Maleficent. She had power. She commanded minions. She was fierce and strong. She did whatever the hell she wanted. Yes, cursing a…