✨ Charmed I’m Sure……

Sabrina, Buffy, and the Girlhood Witch Awakening

“Because nothing says girl power like necromancy, trauma, and a CGI demon boyfriend.”

💄🕯️ When Our Teenage Heroes Were Literally Hexed

Remember the late ’90s and early 2000s? Everyone smelled vaguely of cucumber melon, your jeans were dangerously low-rise, and somewhere between TRL and Hot Topic, a generation of girls was spiritually initiated via prime-time witchcraft.

We didn’t go to coven meetings—we went to WB Thursdays.

We didn’t have grimoires—we had Seventeen Magazine horoscopes.

We didn’t need initiation rites—we had Buffy. Sabrina. Charmed. The Craft.

These weren’t just shows. They were metaphysical girlhood how-to guides, filled with sparkling trauma and matte lipstick. We didn’t watch witches—we became them.

🧙‍♀️✨ SECTION I: Sabrina the Teenage Witch – The Gateway Drug

Sabrina was everyone’s first witch—cheerfully awkward, morally optimistic, and criminally under-supervised by two immortal aunties and a cursed warlock turned animatronic cat.

Sure, the show looked like it was filmed in the clearance aisle of a Claire’s, but beneath the laugh track was a tale of identity fragmentation, occult puberty, and unspoken trauma.

Salem: A talking cat and the embodiment of male ego punishment. Spellman Kitchen: A liminal temple where sandwiches and spells went equally wrong. The Other Realm: Bureaucratic hell for the magically gifted, aka a metaphor for trying to schedule therapy before your mid-30s.

Sabrina taught us that you can be both powerful and chronically awkward. And that magic won’t fix your social life—but it might make it more entertainingly cursed.

🩸🧛‍♀️ SECTION II: Buffy the Vampire Slayer – The Sacred Slay Queen

“I’m 16. I don’t want to die.” – Buffy, accidentally speaking for an entire generation with anxiety disorders.

Buffy wasn’t your cute neighborhood witch. She was your divinely cursed, leather-wearing, apocalypse-thwarting soul-sister. Her magic wasn’t pretty—it was inherited, bloody, and always came with a side of psychological damage.

Got a crush? He’s probably undead. Have a best friend? She might try to end the world after some light spell addiction. Need a break? Sorry, the Hellmouth’s open again.

Buffy wasn’t doing witchcraft—she was the spell: a living sigil of girlhood rage and reluctant divine power. No moon water required.

📚 Academic Link: If you thought Buffy was just vampire fluff, enjoy this peer-reviewed journal on the theology, feminism, and emotional breakdowns of the Slayerverse.

🔮👭 SECTION III: The Craft & Charmed – Our Coven Phase (We All Had One)

If Buffy was the sacred trauma witch and Sabrina was the clumsy chaos witch, then The Craft and Charmed were our guide to group spells, sisterhood drama, and what happens when everyone’s cursed but still has great hair.

The Craft taught us that power corrupts—and it also looks incredible with dark lipstick and Catholic guilt. Charmed was a PowerPoint presentation on domestic witchery, sibling resentment, and why the Book of Shadows needs a backup copy.

These shows gave us the message loud and clear:

You can’t do it alone—unless you’re Willow, in which case you’ll go temporarily evil and make everyone deeply uncomfortable.

🌒✨ SECTION IV: The Girlhood Witch Awakening™ Still Haunts Us

These witches weren’t just characters. They were initiators.

They gave us a language when we didn’t have one for trauma, intuition, inherited pain, or what it meant to be different in a world designed to flatten you.

We learned:

Power is alienating. Your intuition is real—even when adults say it’s hormones. You can survive your own origin story, but it might involve some light demon banishment.

They taught us we weren’t just “weird”—we were tapped in. Chronically exhausted, yes. But still enchanted.

📚 Footnotes for Nerd Witches:

Slayage: The Journal of Whedon Studies “Witchcraft and Girlhood in Buffy” “Charmed Magic: Gender and Occult Power on TV” “Why Sabrina Was a Proto-Feminist Occult Icon”

🧷 Closing Spell: Reclaim the Girlhood Witch

So this one’s for the girls who didn’t have the words—just a candle, a journal, and a vague sense that the moon was important.

You were always magic.

The shows just reminded you.

Now go, light your cinnamon broom candle, and rewatch Season 3.

And maybe delete your spike fanfic drafts…….. or don’t, your choice.