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The Death of Tara…a highly personal perspective.
Warning this is long, ranty and some people might find it upsetting.
I love television, it matters to me, and when you think how many tv sets are owned worldwide I’m probably not alone in this either.
I wish it didn’t matter to me.
The pain and anger I’ve felt over Buffy in the last five or so months; how upset I’ve been made by something that is suppose to be entertainment – would probably amuse troll-minded lurkers and quite probably the makers of the show its self.
Get this one - a woman of almost thirty pissed off and upset by a television show, its not real you know!! What a freak – she must have no life.
Thing is I do have a life its not always a pleasant one, but we all have to swim through shit from time to time, we all get our good patches when things go well, some of our dreams we achieve, some of us get the people we want, some of us don’t. We all want love, we all need friends, we all have family (what ever form that takes) we all make mistakes.
We all have our small pleasure that we get by with, the good cup of coffee, the magazine of your choice read while alone in delicious silence. The newest edition of your favorite comic, book by a new author, scented oil and candles for the bath, a really good gossip. Having a favorite sport, film, team or tv show.
One of the things that used to bring me pleasure was Buffy.
I know its only a television show, I am fully aware it is not real but that doesn’t mean it can’t move me, make me happy, excite me, scare me, make me care, make me cry.
I have programs I don’t like to miss because I enjoy them, they make me feel something, and I don’t want to not see them so I guess they do matter to me, I guess that makes me an idiot -and guess what? I’m not alone.
I’ve met very few people who don’t like television, even those who profess to hate it seem quite often to hate it with a passion while watching far more of it than I do!!
We all care about television just how much can be seen of forums on the internet, in papers, in all kinds of media and in the vast, vast sums of cash television costs and makes– if we didn’t care, if it wasn’t real enough to keep us turning in then millions of tv executives would be out of a job.
The death of Tara hurt me – it really did. I know that Tara is not a real person and that I can see the very fine, not to mention beautiful, actress Amber Benson appearing in other things, I know she isn’t dead that only the character she is playing is dead.
That’s the point though, the character is dead and in the confines of the show Tara is real, she is real in the show and I liked her. I enjoyed seeing her most weeks, I have friends I see less than that in real life, and remember - everything that television as a business wants us to feel is that realness. They need our emotional investment, if people don’t tune in every week they don’t get regular viewers to pitch advertising to and then they don’t make money. It has to feel real to move us - we need to care or tv is dead. If not we’d watch only pilots, shrug and say 'but that’s not real why do I need to devote time to this I could spend doing something in real life!'
I miss Tara - I’m upset she died and I hate that I saw her die because it hurt.
I’m angry that the some of the ME staff have taken the position of ‘its not real’, I have a problem with this because it was prefaced with them telling viewers that in ‘real life’ people get killed regardless of sexual orientation. So if you are telling us its like real life don’t get upset when we act like somebody real has died.
I’ve not been able to watch an episode of Buffy since, not re-runs, not anywhere. My copy of S4 DVD sits waiting in the local comic shop where I never collected it, my other box sets stay unwatched, and in the case my S3 one, unwrapped. I will not be buying the xbox game or any books or comics. Not out of any great statement but simplybecause I can’t watch them. I don’t want to care any more because I’m sick of being hurt. Just like I can’t watch Xena any more thanks to the cruel and brutal final episode.
So something I used to enjoy and that made me happy now upsets me, I spoke in another post on this board about how I also found that times being what they are (especially post 09/11) what I wanted from my entertainment was to be entertained to feel that friendship, loyalty, bravery and love do matter. That no matter how ordinary or extraordinary we are, with belief and trust in each other we are all hero’s, we can all make a difference.
Something I always used love about Buffy that no matter how dark it got was that there was always hope and that the thing that had made Buffy the longest lived slayer was not that she was the hardest or smartest, but that she had friends and family that loved her and that she loved and that support and help gave her the edge.
Instead in S6 we are shown that love (Spuffy style) is damaged, obsessive and violent and guess what? So is sex!Rape is just how hot bad boys express their love. That true love will get you killed. That adult life is depressing, painful and full of misery.
As I put in my other post my life has been a little up and down the past few years, but even when things have been awful there is still laughter, sunlight gets through. You find whom your friends are - people still love and try to help. I’ve cried a lot but I’ve been happy and grateful too. I love my girlfriend, and my friends and my family - my heart is full and I am lucky.
Finally the thing that hurt and surprise me most of all about the death of Tara is how much hurt and bad memories it stirred up. As I put previously in a post, about ten years ago an ex-girlfriend of mine was murdered.
She had split up with me because in turmoil over her self and her sexuality she had decided to try and be straight. She began dating a man she worked with – I let her go not because I wanted to but because I wanted her to try and be happy. It hurt me, it burned me to the core but when I had met her she had had a drug problem (I didn’t know at first) and I helped her get off drugs which had been very hard.
So by that point I just wanted her to be happy and I understood the pressure her (horrible) family were putting on her. She married this guy a couple of months later in January.
In the beginning week of Nov the same year I dropped into a local bar on my way home from work and ran almost immediately into her husband, whom I’d only met twice. He was unshaven and very aggressive he accused me of still seeing her, that he didn’t want his wife to be a dyke. In the end (after much shouting) I made it clear to him I wasn’t and that she and I hardly spoke any more - he believed me because his wife had told him that I never lie, but he still remained convinced she was being unfaithful with another woman.
A week later on a Saturday my ex-girlfriend came in to see me at work, which was unexpected to say the least I mentioned her husbands strange behavior and she confessed she was worried and he was being a bit odd. She wanted to go for coffee that evening but I couldn’t leave work early so we made a date for Sunday afternoon coffee and a chat. Sunday came and went with no phone call – she had always been a little hazy on time keeping so I assumed she had forgotten.
I arrived at work Monday morning to find two police officers waiting for me – I had been one of the last people to see her alive. When she had got home after speaking to me her husband stabbed her to death 86 times, many of the wounds went straight through her so enraged was the attack. Both I and the Detective Inspector involved are pretty sure if I hadn’t seen him in the bar a week before her husband would have found and killed me too.
I wasn’t thought a good character witness to testify in court, the fact she had had a girlfriend before marriage being something that would have strengthened the case for his defense. He got 3 measly fucking years manslaughter pleading temporary insanity and extenuating circumstances. He was at her funeral; her family wouldn’t allow me to go.
Buffy isn’t real life its just a tv show, I know all about real life what I hate is how much painful, horrible memories this silly tv show brought back.
I don’t understand why and I know its not the same thing or even the same death but it hurts the same - its brought a lot of anger and resentment back, because I know what its like to have people not care she’s dead, what its like to not be allowed to grieve. I never got to go to her funeral, I expect we won’t be given Tara’s.
My ex-girlfriend WAS killed because of her sexuality, she wasn’t even the love of my life but I did love her, her death shattered me, I didn’t date for years and I still miss her. I believe I mentioned something about ME having their heads up their ass if they give Willow a love interest as soon a S7 – I still stand by that comment, if you are going to keep citing this is what happens in ‘real life’ as your defense then damn well make the grieving real.
Anyway this post is too long and it’s made me very, upset so I’m posting it and be damned and then I’m going off for a good cry.
BIG LOVE TO ALL THE KITTENS!!
Strapping Lass
about it being what they need and not changing his 'grand vision' for such a lowly thing as the feelings of his viewers, as unshakeable truth.
) its something I think Buffy used to have until Joss and the some of the ME staff let ego take over their brains.
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