Thanks to Sunless Nick for this one!
This is linked to the Choose Your Female Posse challenge; this time, choose three women you would support. These are women who have been the heart and soul of the group, often keeping it together emotionally/spiritually/financially (or any combination) and don’t get credit for it. These are women you want to take aside and say ‘hey, I know you have a lot on your plate, lean on me for support for a while.
Tara Mclay from Buffy. She basically existed to further Willow’s storyline as a witch and a lesbian. She did nothing but support and love Wilow for the better part of three years. When Willow’s addiction to magic finally forced Tara to leave her, she became a very minor character to how the rest of the Scoobys responded to Willow’s addiction. Oh, and just when it looked like Willow was on the road to recovery and she and Tara were going to reunite… a bullet meant for Buffy gets her. Which, of course, is only a means to Willow’s decend into rage-and-grief-fuelled madness. And for all that – she never complained that she got the bum end of the deal in loving Willow. Of course, I can’t exactly blame Amber Benson for not wanting to return as Tara-as-The-First after the way Tara was treated…
Hermione Granger from Harry Potter. She works out who’s responsible, how they did it and how to defeat them faster than anyone else. And Harry prolongs the conflict by ignoring her and insisting ‘No! Snape did it!’. Why didn’t Rowling call this Hermione Granger and the – oh, wait, because it would have been over in half a book. And yet Harry gets all the credit. She totes deserves a bestie who is all ‘Harry? What did he do? You’re the real hero.’
Scarlett O’Hara from Gone With the Wind. OK, I know this is going to be a controversial one, but… she spends the last two-thirds of the book supporting a dozen family members who barely recognise her contribution, let alone thank her or assist her. And when she’s willing to hussle and get out there and make money, she’s the object of scandal – no less by the very relatives who depend on her to keep a roof over their heads yet won’t plough the fields with her. Whenever I read the book, I want to be out there in the fields picking cotton with her, or in the dining room, sipping sherry, listening admiringly as she talks about the money she made today and the stupid Yankees she swindled it out of.