This August, Archie is finally making a choice.
In issue #600, he finally makes his pick. He will propose, to either Betty or Veronica.
It has been said that the entire world can be divided into Bettys and Veronicas. Nice folks and backstabbers. Givers and takers. Those to whom life happens, and those who make life happen.
Will Betty have her patience, kind-heartedness and good, old-fashioned gumption rewarded?
Or will Veronica’s malice, savvy and conceit win her the prize?
(And what of poor Jughead? Left alone with the homo-erotic longings for a ginger Lothario who wastes all his time on girls? Will he continue to sublimate his feelings, trying to fill the hole inside him with food, but never quite succeeding? Closing his eyes on a world too cruel to look at?)
In the end, the question remains: what was the big swingin’ deal?
Archie was continually broke, had a piece of crap car, couldn’t keep a job, pratfell and bungled his way through every situation, was monumentally indecisive, and, for the love of god, had red hair.
Betty? Veronica? (Jughead?)
You could all both do better.
Group from here,
Betty from here,
Veronica from here,
Jughead from here and
Archie from here.)