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One plays chess like she is possessed, and the other solves murders like it is her part-time job. But if you strip away the timelines, wardrobes, and backdrops, Beth Harmon (The Queen’s Gambit) and Wednesday Addams (Wednesday) feel like mirror versions of the same girl. Different worlds, but the same core. They are sharp, strange, emotionally unavailable, and completely unforgettable.

Beth is shown as someone who drinks her rage in silence. On the other hand, Wednesday sharpens hers into sarcasm. But both command attention the second they enter the room. It is the same magnetic stillness which is impossible to ignore. The best part is, these two do not care to be liked. They do not try to fit in. And somehow, that makes them even more iconic.

These two savage ladies have made peace with their differences from the rest of the world. While most girls are taught to round off their edges, Beth and Wednesday weaponise theirs. They use their uniqueness as leverage. Beth sits across rooms full of men twice her age and breaks their egos with a stare and a game board. Wednesday walks through school corridors in full gothic glory, refusing to bend to social norms or social interaction, really. They are not asking for acceptance. They are demanding space.

Also, there is an iconic death stare they both share. A cold, focused, and unshakeable one. Not out of rudeness, but precision. They do not waste expressions, and everything about them is calculated. And when they speak, it’s cutting. Not for attention, but because they mean every word.

In a world that expects young girls to be soft and pliable, these two are blunt instruments of their own making. Beth doesn’t let chess become just a game… she makes it her battlefield. Wednesday treats every mystery like a mission, and her brain is always two steps ahead.

Both are brilliant, yes, but also deeply alone. Beth drowns in addiction and expectation. Wednesday isolates herself out of instinct. Neither trusts easily. Both are haunted, one by actual ghosts, the other by memories she cannot escape.

And then there’s the loneliness. The kind that lingers long after the lights are out and the accolades are given. Beth finds a momentary connection with Jolene, but it never quite fills the gap. Wednesday has Enid all sunshine and warmth, but she still chooses solitude, like it’s the safer bet. They are surrounded by people but never truly among them.

Even their sense of style speaks to their need for control. Beth’s vintage perfection is not just aesthetic. It is her armour. Clean lines, bold colours, and not a single strand of hair out of place. It is how she holds herself together when the pills stop working. And Wednesday’s gothic uniform? Same story. Every stitch, every shade of black, is a rejection of the world’s expectations. They dress like they are always ready for war because, in some ways, they truly are.

Beth Harmon and Wednesday Addams exist decades apart, but they carry the same spirit. Their worlds are different, but the way they walk through them with their sharp tongues and sharp eyes makes them feel like soul sisters who have never met. Girls who refuse to be simplified. Girls who do not change for the room. Girls who know exactly who they are and dare everyone else to catch up.