



Yesterday you asked me why I held on to your apartment. You worry that I’m having second thoughts about your return here. I merely question your haste. The timing of it all. So I took steps to keep your options open. For your benefit. Do you want me living here or not? I do, I have never wavered on that. Even having you here the last few days has had a measurable benefit to our process. Then what is it? For a long time, I have argued that you should fully embrace the life of a detective. You’ve always had a valid rebuttal. I might not share your need for a more balanced existence, but I accept it. Now, abruptly, my words hold more truth for you. In your rush to shed the skin of your former self, you’re abandoning your belongings, as if leaving the site of a contamination. You think this is all about Andrew? How could it not be?
I went to school for 11 years to become a surgeon. I wanted to fix people, take their pain away. And I was good at it. And then I killed someone. So, becoming a sober companion, I could still be involved, you know? But now, you and me – we’re in the punishment business.
This is your third career. You stopped being a surgeon for personal reasons. You stopped being a sober companion because something better came along. It just seemed a prudent time to ask whether your wanderlust had subsided.
“Biology dictates reality. On the one hand, it helps me blame myself less for what I am. On the other hand, I really am no fan of abdicating personal responsibility.”
#i don’t think i can put into words just how pivotal this moment is #because for so long we’ve been presented this female Chinese-American Watson and decided not to question it #“why is her last name Watson? because her father’s white; let’s move on” #“watson doesn’t have to be a white male; here’s proof of that!” #and that’s a perfectly fine way to engage a text #but suddenly we have this; something that engages in the complexity and cultural baggage behind that kind of name; that kind of title; #the cultural heritage and the politics of otherness vs assimilation that an immigrant’s name bears #that’s *huge* in terms of the meta-narrative and how to interpret a text because so many Holmes adaptations are just different variations #of the same song #Joan Watson was not born a Watson; she stepped into the name #it doesn’t just challenge and update the Holmes mythos but actively interrogates it #by asking it why this narrative is a) so exclusionary and b) so stifling in its interpretations #that’s extremely meaningful in terms of how we engage with cultural symbols and a franchise as symbollic as the Holmes mythos #anyway: i’m emotional/screaming/dying my skin is clear etc etc (tags via @stardust-rain)