beckymonster | Hella Bar Talk (Reply)

Okay - perhaps it's my own stupid fault for listening to the *superb* Torchwood radio play 'The Dead Line' on Saturday afternoon. If you've heard it, you'll know exactly which scene I mean.
And I was listening to it, while walking up Long Acre to Covent Garden on a Saturday afternoon. Thank the verse for decent sunglasses.

Also, I've not been taking the Evening Primrose like a good girl (does well to calm the hormones down a little). I will start again soon.

But nearly bursting into tears in front of good friends and fellow Who fen because of some ejit making sarky (he was teasing, I know, but there are somethings you don't joke about) comments about Ianto in a very busy pub in Holborn?!

Not cool. Not cool at all. Thank the Lord for the Andy. For hugs and understanding. Also, it helped me to finally take the step of actually putting what I was thinking into pixels/words.

Grief is a funny thing. People grieve over funny things too. Their team going down a league. Their pet dying. Their favourite character being killed off.
And when people grieve, they do funny things too. Some deny, others get angry and some *try* to rationalise.

This isn't the first time this has happened to me. Babylon 5 Season 4 - 'Endgame'. I loved Marcus Cole. I also loved Susan Ivanova. Marcus gave his life for her and Susan left B5 soon afterwards.

I cried buckets then and I cried buckets when I re-watched the episodes a few years ago. It cut to the bone and I promised that I wouldn't lay myself open to such emotional manipulation again.

Except I did. Because I like good drama and that's what drama does. It invites you to become emotionally involved with the story. Pixar are masters at this. You may cry, you may laugh, but you aren't made to feel an idiot because of the experience.

Which gets me to the heart of the matter. If there is one thing I *hate* it's emotional abuse. Yes, I wear my emotions on my sleeve. If you believe the astrology crap, it's part of me because I'm a Piscean, which is a mutable sign, known for such behaviours.

I'd like to think I was self aware enough to know that I can change moods quicker than most people change their minds.
If I'm having a breakdown at 10am, it usually means that I've dusted myself off and am working on the cause of the breakdown by 2pm (or quicker).

The thing is - I ABHOR people using my nature against me... which is what RTD (yes, this rant does have a point!) has been passing off as a story, not just for Torchwood but for Doctor Who as well.

Mr Davies has been using 'cheap' tricks like killing people off and passing it off as drama for finales for most of the damn series. And I Have Had ENOUGH.

For the record, I can see what he was trying to do. But there are other ways and he knows it. Of that I'm sure.

One thing I can tell you is that while I still respect him and will defend him to my dying day for bringing back Doctor Who... it's going to take a fucking long time for me to forgive the last ten minutes of Day 4 of 'Children of Earth'.
It's a real annoyance because up to that point I was loving the series. As a drama, it was fantastic and then he has to ruin it by killing off one of the best characters in the entire damn show!

If there is a season 4, which I wouldn't bet against, if John Barrowman is back as Captain Jack Harkness as principal cast then... I'll watch it. Yes, I know what I said - I was in bits at that point - see above note about my nature.
If Gwen is front and centre then... or goddesses forbid - John Hart... no and hell no.

I went into Torchwood for Jack. I stayed for Jack... and Ianto and Tosh and Gwen and (despite him being a Class A git most of the time) Owen and Rhys and Myfawny and... you get the picture?

Most of that is gone now but if Jack comes back - so will I. But this time, I will be on guard against emotional manipulation. Once bitten and twice shy and all that.
What with RTD writing the last two episodes of Tennant's run as the Doctor - we are going to get that in abundance.

Here endeth the rant... for now.

One final thing... Den of Geek? DIAF