Big Daddy in AHS: NYC - More Than Just a Leather-clad Gym Buddy You Didn't Ask For
So, you finished binging American Horror Story: NYC. Still got chills from witnessing the dark underbelly of 1980s New York and the struggles of the LGBTQ+ community battling a mysterious illness. But one lingering question might be scratching at your brain like a disco song stuck on repeat: Who (or what) the heck was Big Daddy?
Spoiler Alert: Big Daddy Wasn't Here to Play Twister
Forget a charming neighbor offering sugar (although in this case, honey would've been a much better option). Big Daddy wasn't there to bake cookies or offer sage life advice. This dude, clad in all black leather with a gas mask that screamed "industrial chic gone wrong," showed up for one thing only: to whoop some serious illness ass.
The Not-So-Subtle Symbolism
Now, buckle up, history buffs, because Big Daddy wasn't just some random S&M enthusiast with a grudge. He was a walking, talking (well, more like grunting) metaphor. Here's the lowdown:
- The Grim Reaper with a Leather Jacket: Big Daddy only haunted those grappling with the AIDS epidemic. Let's face it, AIDS was a brutal reality, and Big Daddy served as a terrifying personification of that brutality.
- The Aggressive Intruder: The way Big Daddy attacked our characters mirrored the aggressive nature of the HIV virus itself. No time for polite conversation, just straight-up confrontation.
But Wait, There's More! Big Daddy: Conspiracy Theorist or Party Crasher?
While the AIDS metaphor is pretty clear, there's a dash of ambiguity sprinkled in. Remember when Patty roared, "Conspiracy theories do more harm than good!" every time Big Daddy was mentioned? This throws a little shade on whether Big Daddy was a literal manifestation or a figment of the characters' fear and the rampant misinformation swirling around the disease.
The Big Takeaway: Big Daddy Was a Big Deal
Love him or hate him (mostly hate), Big Daddy was a powerful symbol in AHS: NYC. He served as a chilling reminder of the AIDS crisis and the fear it instilled. So, next time you're reminiscing about the good ol' 80s, don't forget Big Daddy – a leather-clad embodiment of a terrifying time. Just maybe offer him a metaphorical mojito instead of throwing down. You know, for good measure.
