domingo, 12 de diciembre de 2010

In a Nutshell

I once read a book in which the ending was a descriptive scene of a man digging through a dead woman’s uterus with his bear hands in search of her unborn baby. Despite the flesh, blood and fingernails, Pride and Prejudice managed to disgust me so much more.

On Regret

Regret is useless, it’s not like you can do anything about it. Its there, its ugly, best thing you can do is move on. Of course you have to learn from it, because that is the whole point of screwing up, but you can’t get stuck on the past regretting you sent that email or ate the last brownie.
Lizzie regrets every move she made regarding Mr. Darcy “I cannot fix on the hour, or the look, or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun” And I can’t help but pit the fool.
I mean, so what? You had to marry someone anyways and lucky you got a stud for a hubby, make the best of it. You idiot, you though he truly loved you, no man with such scary sideburns can ever love a woman properly. Now that you realized getting married had little of nothing with being in love you can start another book, learn a new language, knit a tie… your pick! You have roughly forty more years to waste.

Meeehh Brrr

Elizabeth is truly a wild pony: “Neither duty, nor honour, nor gratitude ... have any possible claim on me.”
I was never raised accordingly to a religion, I was taught my values separately. Not so long ago I realized that I could pretty much to whatever I wanted and nobody could do anything about it and so I went into a rebellious “Screw Up as Much as You Can Buffet” but soon realized being bad was not as fun as Hollywood made it seem. I’m still aware that if I can handle the consequences, I’m free to be free.
Honor has never been something I have been afraid to lose, I have no hell to be afraid of and no heaven to wish for, just one big, thick, mind-numbing mystery. I don’t owe anybody but my parent anything sine they are solely responsible for the awesome child you see today.
I have no duty either, I don’t have to spread the word, be a good example, or impress any superior being. I can chose to be whoever I want to be and learn whatever I want to know and so I have control.
That is why I can relate to Lizzy on this issue.
PS: the title was supposed to be horse sounds, I don't know if you got that

On Modern Marriage

“Stupid men are the only ones worth knowing after all.”
Taking into account that Elizabeth is an objectified woman and that her only hopes in life are to marry well, she seems to have a point. Marrying a stupid man could be beneficial to a smart woman because that would enable her to manipulate him and his wallet. Dealing with a smart man in that era would not me a lot of fun since you would have to put up with arguing and convincing someone who doesn’t even believe you have the capacity to own real-estate.
Nowadays I find it more beneficial to marry a smart man because now women have a lot more equality (they haven’t fully been considered equal to men yet) and they can survive a single life. What would really matter to me if I ever start thinking about marriage (IF!) would be to find someone who I can a great conversation with. If I have to spend the rest of my life with someone he better be worth it.
Fun fact: Have you ever played LIFE, the board game? Do you remember that one house that was broken into three sections as a result of an earthquake? I used to always buy that house as a kid so I could put myself in one part, my kids/dogs in the other and my husband and the car in the third.

Mean Girls

“Mr. Collins is a conceited, pompous, narrow-minded, silly man; you know he is, as well as I do; and you must feel, as well as I do, that the woman who married him cannot have a proper way of thinking.” Oh buuurn #2!
Is it just me or “Mean Girls” appears to be largely based on this book? I love that movie, it made me laugh, snort included (sexy points for Kristie!).
Personality wise: Regina is to Louise Bingley as Elizabeth is to Cady, Jane is to Karen, Mary is to Gretchen, Charlotte is to Karen, Darcy is to Aaron (just because they’re both “the hottest dude is high school”) and Mr. Bingley can take either Damien or Karen’s cousin.
If you get why that last part was funny we were meant to be best friends.
Will there be fist-fights later on in the book? There should be… I’ll just write my own.

My Princess Days Have Just Begun

Charlotte for president!
“Happiness in marriage is entirely a matter of chance. If the dispositions of the parties are ever so well known to each other or ever so similar beforehand, it does not advance their felicity in the least. They always continue to grow sufficiently unlike afterwards to have their share of vexation*; and it is better to know as little as possible of the defects of the person with whom you are to pass your life.”
*New word: vexation= annoyance
If I was a girl in the early eighteen hundreds and was forced to marry someone for reasons not good enough to me I would definitely follow this piece of advice. I mean, because my husband is rich (filthy rich) he is bound to have a big house in which I could play hide and seek and side-walk chalk all day long for eternity and not have to see his fugly face like totally evar.
The way they talk keeps reminding me of this song (which is why I can’t concentrate): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BfmdRTCagmU

It Brings Me to Tears

When I heard we had to read Pride and Prejudice I wasn’t too excited. This is why:
After spending a week in Cuba I was more than ready to re-enter capitalism and so the first thing I did when I got to Panama was turn on the T.V.. “Pride and Prejudice” the movie (with Kiera Nightly) was on and I started watching it but got bored and switched to “Skins”, which I love and even though I had already watched the entire first two seasons a re-cap didn’t sound too bad. Lucky for me they were showing the exact episode where Chris dies mysteriously and leaves his very misunderstood and pregnant girlfriend Jal on her own (oh! The drama!). Naturally, my estrogens kicked in and I started crying the kind of cry you cry when you don’t really feel that sad.
I switched back to “Pride and Prejudice” right before my dad knocked on the door because it was dinner time and when he saw me crying and realized what I was watching said “Pride and Prejudice is boring and Kiera has an awful nose-job”.
It was the best father-daughter bonding time I’ve had in a long time.
PS: “I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine.” Oh buuurn!

What Can I say, I Just Love Complaining

What can I say, I just love complaining.
A friend asked me what I had been reading lately and I told him I was in the middle of a very interesting combination: Why I am Not a Christian by Russell and Pride and Prejudice by Austen. He asked to borrow the first one when I was done with it but openly admitted to disliking Austen having read one book and two movies based on her books. (Russell 1 Austen 0)
“Hey, we both hate pride and prejudice... Lets get married” I can’t believe I actually said that, good for me I caught myself in the midst of IRONY.
(Sob story: I say things like that a lot and that’s why nobody takes me seriously anymore.)
In chapter 7 (ish) Elizabeth pays a visit to her sister Jane who is resting her cold at the Bingley’s. She comes in dirty and dripping, acts rudely toward the Bingley sisters and dares to borrow clothes and stay the night. Ru-ude. She met these people about two minutes and expects to be warmly welcomed after intruding? This girl needs spanking (not in the kinky sense).
I “IMDB’d” the movie for some fun facts and found absolutely nothing fun about those facts, BUT then I looked at the casting for the movie and found out that the girl who plays Mary is named Talulah! Don’t know about you but that’s the funniest name I’ve ever heard.
PS: I was trying to find a modern version of Pride and Prejudice and this is all I found:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j1WAjT5Yn8M&feature=related
I personally though it was better than the Joe Wright version.