What is it about Tasha Yar? She comes and she goes and she returns and leaves and saunters in and out of our lives over and over and she just gets away with it.
And we let her. We just fucking let her do it!
It must be the kind of Love that only Hurt and Resentment can inspire. It must be Great Expectations (greatly) lowered, but not abandoned. It must be Nostalgia gone Awry.
You know what happened, Tasha Yar? We’ve built you up in our minds – your potential, your talents – and we just don’t have it in our hearts to tear you down.
You who eluded the rape gangs of Turkana IV. You who saved a colonist by traversing a carnelian minefield and in so doing earned your position on the Enterprise D. You who were your own daughter.
You know hardship, Tasha Yar.
You know Power.
You left us before we were ready to let you go.
But then, again, there wasn’t really a plan in place to get you any further than you did, was there? Not a GOOD one, anyway.
It is one thing to leave, but why did you leave after so much build-up, ONLY to be brought back to dance for us in the spotlight every now and then?
Sure, there was Worf. But you established yourself well before he came into the picture, so why did he excel in your place?
Why were you pushed off to his side then sidelined altogether, in the end?
OH MY GOD.
It’s not one, but the Other!
YOU’RE THE HILLARY CLINTON OF STAR TREK!
And if you’re not too careful, they’ll have you come back again. As something barely else.