I’m not shrew who just harps on everything, but you know this whole “I’m numb and hurting thing” that Clary is playing, would be a tad more convincing, if, she showed even a tiny bit emotion last chapter when Simon was being buried. But no, Clary’s fake bitch ass self was whining over the fact that you can’t fuck your brother.
I know, I’m being harsh, but honestly, I have had it up to fucking here with Clary and her bad acting. As much as I gave Kat McNamara so much shit in the first season over her horrible acting, you know at least her and the show writers actually TRIED to show that Clary grieved and agonized over the death of her friend.
In the last chapter, Clary’s boyfriend was dead, not even a few hundred feet away from her, and she and Jace were arguing over if they should be together even though they are FUCKING SIBLINGS.
So spare me your performance art, dear, cause in the words of the Rhett Butler, “I frankly don’t give a damn!’
*Melissa comment: I know I harped on this a lot but Clary still doesn’t even act like she in numb in shock. We’re just being told that she is and I hate being told by the author how the character feels and bow showing anything to back it up. Most people even when in shock show some type of emotion whether it’s anger, sadness, or any of the other myriad of emotions that humans can experience.
When my friend died I blamed myself, hell I still blame myself. I went over, and still go over anything that I could have done differently. How I should have noticed what was killing her. Instead of just telling her that retaining water in her legs was a bad sign, I should have taken her to the hospital. When she couldn’t shake a chest cold, i should have taken her some where. I was going over all of this to myself despite the fact that I would get her money for meds, take her to and from work, and stay with her for a week at a time. I still think that I should have dragged her to the hospital. That the night before she passed I should have left work early, told my supervisor I was worried about her and stayed at her house thinking that if I was there she wouldn’t have died. That I would have noticed something when she was sleeping, and got emergency services there on time. I still replay all of this in my head.
Clare tries to just tell us that she is upset about this but, for fucks sake, Clare you wrote her during her friend being buried obsessing over her brother. Clary’s blaming herself falls so flat to me. Clary doesn’t care and she has never acted like she cares. So just fuck off.*