- Joined
- Jul 10, 2017
I don't think she meant that literally. Her whole overdramatic screed was written with the purpose of invoking certain imagery.
"Covered in blood", "claw my way out and feel the sun kissing my skin", "It doesn't matter how powerful you are" - she's trying to make it look like she was some super strong, super cool woman who got seduced into a relationship with some guy who then proceeded to whittle away at her strength and confidence. Maybe she even thought she'd die like that, weak, broken, a shell of her former self. But one day she looked inside herself and found the strength to go on, to fight against this evil man no matter what it took. Yeah she did some unsavory things, got her hands maybe a little too dirty but in the end she was free, standing in the sun and ready to rebuild her life. How inspiring.
Shit like this is why I'm immediately distrustful of people who come out about being abused. Like I get it, it's a shitty thing to endure and maybe waxing poetic helps them deal with it. But nowadays when all that matters is attention, everyone's got an abuse story full of metaphors about how the abuser took everything from them but they got out and now the sun is kissing their skin and the cool breeze is gently whipping their hair around their face and they're looking into the distance smiling like it's the final shot of some oscar bait movie.
Nick: “Babe, we can’t go to the Madonna Inn for the weekend, we barely have enough money for the rent. And you just spent a tonne on your nails and new extensions.”
Tess: *stands at a crumbling window shuttered in iron bars, gazing emptily at the camera, filmed in black and white a la Schindler’s List, as the camera pans slowly out, holding on Tess’s broken but undefeated expression. A hopeless, plaintive violin note drags slowly through the scene, before the orchestra gradually swells into a feeling of loss and despair*