I have spent more time analyzing this scene than any sane person should. I have written pages and pages trying to fit together the context and factors at play. I’m not bragging here; I recognize the full absurdity of my situation. Then again, I’m a grown woman (sort of) who analyzes stories for fun anyway, so why not. And if my forays into the ridiculous can help other people who are struggling with this scene, then I will feel slightly less ridiculous.
I’m sure there are plenty of readers who were able to gaily slide past this scene with a simple “that was just what they did back then” in the back of their minds. I was not one of those people—not because I didn’t know that this was a cultural and social thing, but because for some reason, I still felt very nettled over the whole scene. The only thing that kept me reading was figuring they made up somehow (hello, eight books) and I had to know how she got over it.
But even once I reached the conclusion of that moment, I still would cringe every time I recalled that scene. I was unhappy when I first found out it would be in the series. Even after reading all eight books, when I came back to look at this one scene, I still found myself getting mad. Why? I know they get over it, why couldn’t I?
I think I’ve finally figured it out.
Reblogging this for future reference six months from now when the internet inevitably blows the hell up after watching THAT SCENE.