Ugh, I know- I think it's actually a small but vocal subset of fandom, not fandom itself. I think fandom overall is pretty good about Rose, but the hate does pop up again and again when you least expect it. And I think in response some people tend to be apologetic about loving her. I veer too much in the other direction: someone attacks her, and I think to myself, FUCK YOU ROSE IS PERFECT
Relatable- that's exactly what I treasured about her, really. I remember being nineteen and caught between wanting to grow up and being afraid of the leap. I fell in love at nineteen. I argued with my mom a lot about my boundaries, my goals. I think Rose's story belongs to a lot of people, and I loved her for that.
This is beautiful. It dreams big but it's grounded in specific sensations and moments. It's just right for Rose Tyler, nineteen year old shopgirl who saw (and saved) the universe.
First off: can someone please explain to me why Rose is so hated? Where does this vitriol come from? What happened to these people that they are so misguided and confused? It is beyond my comprehension.
God, I have no idea. I don't know how anyone could hate her. I mean, not every character connects with every person, and that's fine. But the hate, I don't get. She saw the universe- really saw it, to its core, warts and all, horror and death and infinite beauty- and she fell in love with it just as it was. How can you hate that? How can you hate someone for wanting to discover a better version of themselves? I mean, if you hate her because she's a chav and blonde and lived on an estate and can't recite Milton, fuck you, I can't help you. If you hate her because she left Mickey and fell irrevocably in love with somebody else and doesn't that just make her a filthy selfish cow, then I think you fundamentally misunderstand what it is that makes people stargaze like fools in the first place. I have hope for those folks: maybe they'll yet meet the person or the dream that makes them want to go careening into the blue yonder without luggage or cares, and then maybe they'll forgive Rose Tyler. And if they hate her because she's not smart
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This is beautiful and I'm crying and Rose Tyler, you know, just Rose Tyler and your words and when we're not factoring in her epic love with the Doctor her beginnings, that you've laid out here for the world to read and bow down to you over, are the things that fandom puts down the most, and this.
This is the perfect fuck you (that isn't even trying or wanting to be a fuck you, I'm sure, but). Because it doesn't try to inflate it, or her, or even them, barely touching on the turns their relationship will take even just a few hours after he comes back and she says yes. It lays it out just exactly how Rose Tyler's life was before she made her choice (a long time ago sdfjoklsjndfkldfg) in all of it's young uncertainty and hopeful glory and everyone, every single person who dares think a single mean thing about her because she worked in a shop and didn't throw the universe away for a boy she was never going to feel real passion for; who says 'chav' and makes jokes about peroxide, can read this and be ashamed
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And yes to everything, yes. I think they made each other better- the Doctor and Rose in the TARDIS- but he didn't make her great, he didn't invent her. Not even their love did that. She was good enough because she was always good enough, because we are good enough to go with the Doctor, because being ordinary is wonderful, because life is hard enough but we keep trying, we keep falling in love and asking questions; we are clever enough and brave enough, and that was the point. I always thought that was why Rose existed: because we look up, too.
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Anyway, nothing but love here. ♥ She's our girl.
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Also, the prose is wonderful, as always. <3
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Relatable- that's exactly what I treasured about her, really. I remember being nineteen and caught between wanting to grow up and being afraid of the leap. I fell in love at nineteen. I argued with my mom a lot about my boundaries, my goals. I think Rose's story belongs to a lot of people, and I loved her for that.
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This is beautiful. It dreams big but it's grounded in specific sensations and moments. It's just right for Rose Tyler, nineteen year old shopgirl who saw (and saved) the universe.
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Too true. ♥
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Anyway, this. GIRL, this.
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OKAY
ALSO NO, I HAVE NO PLANS ON LEAVING THIS POST
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STAY
STAY FOREVER ♥
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This is beautiful and I'm crying and Rose Tyler, you know, just Rose Tyler and your words and when we're not factoring in her epic love with the Doctor her beginnings, that you've laid out here for the world to read and bow down to you over, are the things that fandom puts down the most, and this.
This is the perfect fuck you (that isn't even trying or wanting to be a fuck you, I'm sure, but). Because it doesn't try to inflate it, or her, or even them, barely touching on the turns their relationship will take even just a few hours after he comes back and she says yes. It lays it out just exactly how Rose Tyler's life was before she made her choice (a long time ago sdfjoklsjndfkldfg) in all of it's young uncertainty and hopeful glory and everyone, every single person who dares think a single mean thing about her because she worked in a shop and didn't throw the universe away for a boy she was never going to feel real passion for; who says 'chav' and makes jokes about peroxide, can read this and be ashamed ( ... )
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♥
And yes to everything, yes. I think they made each other better- the Doctor and Rose in the TARDIS- but he didn't make her great, he didn't invent her. Not even their love did that. She was good enough because she was always good enough, because we are good enough to go with the Doctor, because being ordinary is wonderful, because life is hard enough but we keep trying, we keep falling in love and asking questions; we are clever enough and brave enough, and that was the point. I always thought that was why Rose existed: because we look up, too.
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