One of the [unfortunately] rare glimpses we get of [Rose's] interiority happens when she is drunkenly reminiscing about her youth to Peter. She remembers the stars her teacher used to give her at school; on Valentine’s Day, she would get lots of cards, which proved that she was a real beauty. The objects that Rose holds onto as signs of her worth – shiny things issued from authority figures, reminders that she was once beautiful and desired – are both supremely important to her sense of self and poor foundations for an unshakeable one. Patriarchy […] pushes you to cleave to the very things that further reinscribe you as an object rather than a subject.
— Rebecca Liu (Another Gaze)