Oh, Amy Pond. Bitterness and furious fanfiction aside, I never got over what happened to her.
Amy was callous, guarded, sarcastic, snarky, rude. She had deep-seated abandonment issues, she was sympathetic to suicide, she broke down completely in bad situations. People didn’t look beyond her mask. “She’s a blank slate. She’s barely a character. An object, not a person.”
Amy wore, on the
recommendation of her actress, very short skirts. She took jobs that traded on her good looks, and she flirted a lot. People took one look at her and said,
“She’s just Moffat’s fantasy woman. She’s not real, not relatable.
An object, not a person.”
Amy was smart, incredibly smart, smart enough to remember non-existent things into existence and bend the universe to her will. People didn’t buy it. “The Doctor Who companions aren’t normal people anymore. They aren’t even people anymore.
An object, not a person.”Amy was the victim of a horrible sexual crime. She was stripped of her clothes and put on a white table and interfered with against her will whilst unconscious.
An object, not a person. “Amy Pond deserved better!” people furiously wrote, but how could they feel anything for her, how could they love her for surviving, if they hadn’t thought there even was an Amy Pond in the first place?