A.N.O.R.E.X.I.A [BxB]

Twenty-Nine.

                Dear Toby,

"That was the best weekend of my life."

That sentence almost makes me cry every time I read it.

I hate to say this- especially to you- but I think that your father must be a very bad man. To think that material possessions could fulfil you when just coming to my house for the weekend could make you so happy... surely he must have noticed that something was missing? To my knowledge- however limited that might truly be- he can't pay you enough attention if he didn't notice.

Not that my family is by any means perfect, I don't mean to make it sound like I think we're better than you. I just think that you deserve so much more. You deserve parents who spend time with you and friends who respect you. Everyone deserves that.

Seeing as you enjoy looking after my brother so much, feel free to come over and do it whenever. I love that kid, god bless him, but when you've got to get up early for school or work and he won't stop shrieking... it gets tense.

Now, let us get onto the real topic of this letter; Othello.

If we skip through all the story until they reach Venice and start to celebrate, we should begin by focusing on the fact that Iago purposefully gets Cassio drunk. That's just rude. That's just bad manners. If Iago wasn't such a prick he might notice that Othello is actually the one in charge, and that his choice to promote Cassio above Iago wasn't a personal attack but rather what he deemed to be best.

Then, after all of Iago's scheming when Othello is convinced Cassio and Desdemona have been having an affair, Othello hits Desdemona. That's just wrong. He was completely unjustified and stupid and wrong. And this isn't just me protecting Desdemona, because, believe me, I do not like that woman. But I'll talk about that later.

As if Iago couldn't be considered enough of a twat already, he stabs Roderigo. Yes, Roderigo, the man who has been helping him throughout this ludicrous charade. Iago stabs the one person who is truly on his side simply to stop himself from getting into trouble. I mean, have you ever heard of someone who's such an idiot? And I know we're not supposed to like Iago anyway, but he's just so infuriating that I can't take the play seriously at all.

Now; Desdemona. She could have saved her own life by just running away from Othello, but no, she has to make everything dramatic. She begs him to kill her tomorrow, instead of immediately killing her. Idea; run away and he'll probably never kill you. Problem solved.

And now back to Iago! When Emilia finds Desdemona- dead, by the way, the idiot- and Othello tells her about the handkerchief, she realises what Iago has done and exposes him and Iago stabs her. His own wife.

I mean, goddamn. How does anyone read that play and just not get so intensely infuriated they never want to read anything ever again.

I would love to continue this letter, but my ranting about Othello has got me rather stressed out and I think I need to lie down for a while.

Love,
Jack.