It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a woman in possession of good literary sense must be a lover of the works of Jane Austen.
Me? I’ve never actually read any Jane Austen (I apologize to any of the teachers I’ve had who may have assigned it for class). But as the years progress that first sentence starts to feel truer and truer, and I start to feel a bit more like an ignoramus for not having read any of it—most particularly, Pride and Prejudice.
Currently I’m nine chapters in and…. I don’t know. I mean it’s this huge literary classic that inspired dozens of retellings (usually with Colin Firth)—Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy are like THE literary couple—and I can’t really get past the idea that Darcy is basically a jerk to the girl he’s supposedly in love with. It’s not nearly as bad as Carrie and Mr. Big, but still. I’m just not a fan of having guys who are dick-ish to people they care about being a romantic paradigm.
Basically, I’m going into the book proud and prejudiced (*groooooan*). I’m stacking the deck, waiting to not like something or poke fun at it (honestly it kinda reminds me of Mean Girls right now, which I don’t mean in a bad way). I think I’m just expecting it to have made some sort of impression on me already, and it hasn’t yet. I’m looking for things to have serious opinions about or to be bowled over by the sharp satire or in awe of how well it’s written.
Maybe I need to just chill out and try to enjoy the book.
“I loved Uncle Barry. He was my favorite human in the world.
(incidentally, J’onn’s my favorite alien, Arthur’s my favorite fish, Diana’s my favorite…clay…person?)
I could never keep up with Barry when he went full-speed. He always encouraged me, believed in me, taught me his tricks. But we both knew he’d always be faster.
When he died, it took me less than a nanosecond to realize that it was all on me. They were all gonna look to me and say “Ok. Your turn. Run fast, don’t screw up.”
I put on his suit, pulled on his boots…and proceeded to screw up in ways I never thought possible. I sucked royally. But I kept running. Got better. Then betterer. Guess I’m pretty good at being a hero now. But I’ll never be him.
I’m the fastest man alive. Barry’s been dead for years. And I STILL can’t keep up with him.”—Flash (If I Wrote Flash)
As women, we need to stop looking at other women and assuming they are dressing a certain way for male attention. Every time I go out and there is a woman there dressed in a tight dress, or whatever, shaming starts immediately. Not always to her face. But it’s there.
“You know who my gods are, who I believe in fervently? Herman Melville, Emily Dickinson — she’s probably the top — Mozart, Shakespeare, Keats. These are wonderful gods who have gotten me through the narrow straits of life.”—Maurice Sendak on religion and faith. [complete interviews here] (via nprfreshair)