#mopingmelancholy

“Friends... They're the few people who accept silence over conversation. A relationship like this denies silly promises and persuasion. You don't feel the need to second guess thoughts or measure words. Their love comes in wholes, not halves, not thirds. They're the ones that guide you through when fate takes a turn. Fights, small and large, end in forgiveness, never a burn.”

She should be alone and single and focus on her parents and getting to know her dad.

I don’t even mind her not being single, but it should have been for the right reasons and in accordance with the ideals of her time. She’s a 68er! From a time when feminism was on the rise and ‘free love’ was propagated by her generation. She should not have been pressured into marrying a dude who can’t even get his head out of his own arse enough to fucking accept she, never having seriously dated anyone, did not want to get married instantly. 

Roger is so possessive and making decisions on her behalf, which proves that he belongs into the time he’s travelling more than the 20th century. Brianna should have put him in his place and either told him to fuck off for good or make him see that he has to respect and accept her agency. 

That aside, I absolutely don’t see the chemistry between them. At first, yes, but later, everything between them just felt forced and boring. They’re two people who simply do NOT match, yet Gabaldon forced them together, and it’s not working. Brianna, who decided to become an engineer despite that not being all that common for girls in her time, should not have been reduced to a wife and mother who suddenly acts like everything in the 18th century is all dandy and good. 

Ugh. I just really hate that entire storyline.

I mean, Jamie, who fucking grew UP with 18th-century values and gender roles is more open towards emancipation than Roger. He’s done a few things we’d consider going against that in our time, but he also learned so much through Claire and has at least always been open to seeing a different angle.