Some of my favorite memories as a little girl involve stealthily (so I thought) sneaking across my room after lights out and flipping on my closet light, and pulling my Betty and Veronica comics out from under the bed. Would Betty or Veronica win Archie's heart this month? Who would wear the cuter dress to the prom? I enjoyed poring over every detail, from the outdated slang to their weird little triangle-noses. As much as I enjoyed Betty and Veronica, their adventures were missing…something. It wasn't until I got older that I figured out that as adorable as they were, they weren't really doing anything but fighting over boys and competing with each other. With friends like that…right?