There was really only one thing that really riled me about The Angels Take Manhattan; Moffat’s insistence on having Amy take Rory’s last name at the end.
FFS, do we still need to do that shit, Moff? Why do — I can’t believe I’m actually having to write this in 2012 in the First World in the first place, and this is going to get a trifle incoherent because I feel so strongly about it — but after all the time that he’s known Amy Pond, and made us believe in Amy as her own person, why the hell does he, at the very end, need to attach her to the Williams surname?
Why on earth are we still clinging to the idea that a woman’s marriage, a woman’s love, a woman’s married worth are real only if she has “property of” identification via the family name of her husband?
I had hoped that the claptrap line Toby Whithouse included in the execrable The God Complex was just that; claptrap. I should have known better.
God, I know I’ll probably piss some very wonderful married folks off, but I have to let this one out or my head’s going to explode. Please, friends, I’m aiming this at Moffat because of who I am, and not aiming it at anyone else, so be patient with me, please.
I am married to the love of my life, the person who is central to my world, and I never felt the need to amend, transmute, change or erase my identity by taking his name or tacking it onto mine.
The world never expected him to take my name to prove he loved me. Why on god’s green earth does it expect me to take his? I don’t care about history or habit or tradition. They’re all crap. They’re relics of when I would have been considered my husband’s property. Hey world; I live with him because I love him. Taking his name has nothing to do with it and don’t you dare — don’t you dare — suggest otherwise.
So, to get back to the actual point, for Moffat to give us Amy Pond for two and a half seasons, to give us this wonderful individual — and then to take it all back at the end of her adventure and say, “Nah, of course Amy Pond is actually Amelia Williams, because that’s what women do,” is, to my mind, an insult to the incredible character he created, a move that’s nothing more than dismissive diminution of Amelia Pond, when we should be remembering her as who she is, not what society expects her to be. In fact, it’s as if he felt he had to do that, because of all the “Rory Pond” references.
Moffat, you brilliant man, you’re a completely oblivious dick about some things, you know?
Personally, my head!canon about this is that Amy was sending him a hint, a clue, with the last name on the gravestone (and in her afterward); a hint to go along with the “you’re not going to be back here for a while.” I think it’s her way of saying “Our fate was different than you thought it would be, and (for some reason) this is the only way to catch your attention. So listen up! You know I’m a Pond, not a Williams. Be smart, start to wonder about this, and then maybe you’ll start to question some of your own assumptions. We’re not where you think we are!” That’s my story and I’m sticking with it.
Herewith endeth the rant.