Oh dear, this is all so sad. I feel so sorry for her, this has to be one of the most brutal, crushing displays of slow rotting agony in a patriarchal love. Bjorn is a bastard, and on top of that he’s not equipped to even begin understanding why and how this is going to end badly. From the very beginning he’s never allowed his vision of Erna to evolve beyond the convenient, stupid, malleable sex doll he won in a bet. Even when his own sincere feelings began to develop, they were hamstrung by his own misogyny. He can’t imagine a world where she’s a complex human being, his ideal wife is ultimately an unfulfilling and unachievable pipe dream, but he’s so used to getting everything he wants he can’t process it.
So his foot is glued to the patriarchal pedal, and everything is going his way, and his wife is capitulating to all his demands in spite of the way he’s treated her, and he’s incapable of doing the one thing that can save her and their relationship; allowing her to be a human being who is enraged and ugly and broken and out of his control.
Lord it’s all so familiar, we’ve heard this song before, the stupid little boy and the woman he almost killed trying to turn her into a doll. I know she’ll be okay, but god it’s so easy to imagine the version of this story where she doesn’t… it’d be karmic.
Oh dear, this is all so sad.
I feel so sorry for her, this has to be one of the most brutal, crushing displays of slow rotting agony in a patriarchal love.
Bjorn is a bastard, and on top of that he’s not equipped to even begin understanding why and how this is going to end badly. From the very beginning he’s never allowed his vision of Erna to evolve beyond the convenient, stupid, malleable sex doll he won in a bet. Even when his own sincere feelings began to develop, they were hamstrung by his own misogyny. He can’t imagine a world where she’s a complex human being, his ideal wife is ultimately an unfulfilling and unachievable pipe dream, but he’s so used to getting everything he wants he can’t process it.
So his foot is glued to the patriarchal pedal, and everything is going his way, and his wife is capitulating to all his demands in spite of the way he’s treated her, and he’s incapable of doing the one thing that can save her and their relationship; allowing her to be a human being who is enraged and ugly and broken and out of his control.
Lord it’s all so familiar, we’ve heard this song before, the stupid little boy and the woman he almost killed trying to turn her into a doll. I know she’ll be okay, but god it’s so easy to imagine the version of this story where she doesn’t… it’d be karmic.