Dear Mr. Hiddleston,
the fact that we like you, and that we admire you, doesn’t mean that we are blind or stupid, thank you very much.
So, let’s say that, after some very busy months, you met some girl (people says in January, even if you started dating in May – I obviously don’t know if it’s true, but if it is… yes, they/we are SO informed). Let’s say that, after a while, it becomes a more serious thing than a couple of casual dates and that you decide to take her to Wimbledon finals with you.
You probably thought something like “Well, they see us together, but they don’t know who she is… she’s not an actress, she’s not famous, and I’ve no intention to give any kind of show, so they will speculate but that’s all.”
In fact, first there was just one picture of you two together, the one in which both of you just stared at the tennis field. The other one popped out later (and we can be sure of that, since Torrilla – that apparently hasn’t a proper life – posted them with hours of difference) and, even in that, we can clearly see that you two aren’t “holding hands”, as everyone says, but that she hold your arm and you still stare to the field.
(with that, I’m not implying that you’re less involved, but just that you’re much more aware of photographers than she is, for obvious reasons)
It was unpleasant, yes, but still ok… until that fucking genius of Elle UK editor-in-chief tweeted her name!!! at that point, find a “Jane” in your following list was almost too easy for the fans… you unfollowed her in fifteen minutes, but the damage was already done: we had a name and a surname.
Now, I’m talking directly to Miss Arthy: my dear… a Facebook profile with PUBLIC PHOTOS?? I mean, really?? I am Miss Nobody and I really don’t have ANYTHING of public in my Facebook profile!! Not to mention that I’m NOT dating Tom Hiddleston!!
Taking those pictures and post them on Tumblr was, again, almost too easy… the Facebook profile was closed after a couple of hours, but, again: too late!
Now, I have to say that here on Tumblr I read absolutely anything bad, about Miss Arthy or Mr. Hiddleston: to my surprise, I read instead a lot of people that ships them (based on what?!), that find them a good couple (again: based on what??) and that, generally, wish him/them to be happy (and here I can agree too). I also read a lot of people complaining about “hate messages” (?) sent to her… but, really, I didn’t saw any. I don’t know on twitter, but here there was nothing but happiness and a little, personal (and not harmful) sadness. The fact that she shut down her Facebook profile… well, that’s obvious. She should have put her information and pictures private by herself, before all the things came up!
Anyway… after all the mess, you tried too cool down things, tweeting a lot more than usual (6 times, including retweets) about tennis and Unicef… but it doesn’t worked.
Sooo… we arrive to yesterday, when some picture of you and ANOTHER woman (THE Woman, to be exactly) just popped out from nothing! The Daily Mail says that you and Miss Pulver were to a dinner with Andy Murray and his girlfriend… and the two of you seem REALLY friendly in the streets, holding hands (!) and dancing (?!) around…
Don’t you know that we know you and Miss Pulver were already friends? Don’t you think that we could find a little too much… convenient that these pictures just came up after Wimbledon’s ones?? I’m not saying that you (or your publicist) have arranged all this… or maybe it’s what I’m saying! at the very least, you didn’t exactly run away from photographers! and the two of you maybe did a little too much show!! (dancing in the streets?? really?! to be honest, even you seem a little unsure about that :-D)
This red-herring was waaaaay too obvious. Not-so-nice try, Mr. Hiddleston. Loki would be disappointed.
To conclude this huge amount of chatting: of course you can do what you want with your personal life. And I’m sorry if you didn’t want to spoil the name (and the life) of your new girlfriend, but that wasn’t our fault.
Just… don’t treat us as brainless minions, because we aren’t. We like you, really like you… maybe too much, so sometimes we can be naive and exagerate. But we’re not stupid.
With love, anyway,
The Unpleasant Truth