BECAUSE back in February he was on Broadway in How to Succeed in Business so Laura and I went to meet him at the stage door (except lbr I went to meet him at the stage door, Laura couldn’t have given two shits) because pls like Nick Jonas right I have like 14 posters of the Jonas Brothers in my room at home so we went and stood in the cold for like 3 hours and finally he exits the building and starts signing things and taking pictures right so like then it’s my turn and Nick Jonas, the teen heartthrob who made my fourteen year old girlhood quiver, is standing before me and what do I say?

“What was the year 3000 like?”

protip: do not ask Nick Jonas what the year 3000 was like

and he doesn’t answer me. He literally does not say anything and instead he just stares at me, and on his face was literally the bitchiest bitch face I have ever seen in my life like I’ve seen some good ones but his was by far the best like you think you’ve seen a good bitch face but you really haven’t until you’ve pissed off Nick Jonas ok

so he’s staring at me, like melting my fucking face off with his bitch glare and I’m freaking out because this is Nick Jonas ok like fourteen posters in my bedroom and I just fucked that shit up so I was like “Oh my god I’m so sorry I thought that would be funny but it wasn’t it wasn’t funny I’m so sorry” and he laughs and goes “it’s okay…

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(and by that he meant it wasn’t okay) so it was pretty clear that there was this deep hatred stirring inside him like he’s just trying to do his own thing, star on Broadway and all that, and I’ve brought up Year 3000 like what an asshole move on my part right like I deserve it but whatever so he’s like “hahahahahah it okei doe” when it clearly wasn’t so this dude hates me right but like it’s okay because if I’ve learned anything from romantic comedies, it’s that hate often turns into love (see: every romantic comedy, ever)

and then we took a picture together and this is that picture:

can’t you see the burning passionate hatred in his eyes?

You can.

Kids, this is the story of how I met your father.

Because Rose is codependent. It’s actually one of the most disgusting things I’ve ever seen. She was willing to abandon everyone and everything she loved just so she could be with him, even though she knows that he can’t grow old with her and he could die and become another man at any moment. And what if she doesn’t like this new man? Then she’s stuck, all alone, in a different universe than her family and Mickey. And what’s even worse is that the Doctor let her. He should realize when something has gone too far and when someone is no longer safe, which he exemplifies when he initially tells Rose that she can’t stay with him and she has to go with her family to the parallel universe. But then when she says no and he’s like ~okay? No. Not okay.

Neither of them acted like themselves when they were “together.” In the first season, Rose isn’t needy and codependent. I’ll be the first person to tell you she’s a bad bitch. But then in the second season, all she cares about is Ten. And the same with him. He’s the Doctor, he’s supposed to be helping people but instead it’s pretty clear all he cares about is his precious Rose. It’s despicable.

Finally, Doctor Who is, believe it or not, a family show. Meaning that families watch it, so presumably there are young girls watching. Obviously these girls would look up to Rose, because that’s what they’re programmed to do, and they’re seeing Rose being needy and codependent? You know what that does? It gives young girls the notion that that’s how they should be. Want to abandon your family to be with a man? Go ahead! Rose Tyler did it, so can you!