I have a bone to pick with you, Rose Dawson.
You swore you would never let go. But you did. You did let go. And you let him die.
Listen, I’m sensitive to the cold. I get it. It was winter when the Titanic sunk. The water at the time probably wasn’t conducive to an eternal death grip.
But, you should have saved his life. He saved yours. Multiple times, actually.
Yeah, remember that time you were impulsively hanging off the back of the ship, wallowing in self-pity, whining, “Oh my gahhh, my life is so hard, first class living is such a bore. I hate nice things and being able to afford food and saphire necklaces. I’m just going to end it now rather than spend the rest of my life living comfortably.”
When, at that moment you were contemplating your own death, the most handsome, third-class face on the planet waltzed up to you and convinced you to second guess your decision.
Then after you decided you were actually being a little overdramatic about spontaneously offing yourself before really going through the pros and cons of it all, you slipped, and that gorgeous face saved your life AGAIN. With his hands. His artistic, beautiful hands pulled your limp body up and over a three tier railing to safety.
This was the same boy who showed you how to spit like a man and dance with the commoners. He taught you that there was more to life than just being told what to do. He gave you the confidence you needed to stand up to your family. He made you realize that actually talking through your issues with people is a much better alternative to a poorly thought out, dramatic death.
I mean, for Pete’s sake, he even simulated flight without any sort of CGI effects. Just a ship and some wind was all he needed. He was a goddamn magician. And you let him die.
I think I speak for the masses here when I say that I wish you were more careful. I wish you were more responsible. I wish you weren’t so selfish.
See, if you had all those qualities I so generously listed above, you would have realized that that face is a one-in-a-million face. You do not let faces like that pass you by. Especially faces like that who have genuine hearts and are willing to save crazy teenage women from poor life-ending choices.
But you, Rose Dawson, you did let that face pass you by. You let it pass you and sink right down into the bottom of the Atlantic.
This is where those qualities would have been beneficial to you and the boy whom you loved so much. All you had to do was share.
At the very least, give the kid your life jacket. It’s bad enough you’re starfishing on a double door, but you also have a PFD? Like, share the wealth you hoarder. No wonder Cal didn’t like you, you probably took up the entire bed, leaving him only with a smidgen of mattress and a corner of the covers.
If you love someone, you will save them from hypothermia. That’s how it works. It’s in the wedding vows. You know, “I, Rose, take you, Jack, to be waffley wedded husband, till death and/or sinking ship induced hypothermia do us part,” if you don’t know about that part, you probably weren’t a good listener in school either. Which honestly, wouldn’t be surprising.
Not only were you a bystander in Jack Dawson’s death, but only after he sunk to the bottom of the ocean like the icicle brick he was did you go voluntarily get into the water to blow another man’s whistle to indicate you’d like to be rescued.
Riddle me this, Rose. Why didn’t you get into the water, have Jack lay on the door for a while, and blow the whistle to save you both? Really? Do I have to think of everything around here?
A person as self-absorbed as yourself does not deserve someone as dignified and selfless as Jack Dawson. I hope when you think of art, you remember his perfectly crafted features. I hope when you see a door, you’re reminded of the fact that it was big enough for two. And when you put your children in swimming lessons, know that a life jacket could have saved him.
I hope you’re happy.
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