Let’s get one thing straight: the Wicked Witch wasn’t wicked—she was just misunderstood, underappreciated, and seriously underf—well, you get the idea.

Who decided she was the villain, anyway? Probably some self-righteous, celibate prince who got flustered because her potion smelled like aphrodisiac and ambition. Honestly, if she’d had seven sinfully handsome men worshipping at her feet and offering to “mine her diamonds” every night, she might not have had time to hex anyone. Priorities, darli...