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My Saturday

I've spent all morning watching Four Weddings on TV and subequently spent all afternoon looking at wedding dresses. Here are the best.

Well, The Forsyte Saga is finished, so this is my new escapism. I have also always been interested (sort-of) in wedding planning and Audrey Hepburn, so my wasted afternoon's activities make perfect sense. I am not crazy. I promise.

change the "she" to "he" and it's perfect

Sonnet 141

In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,
For they in thee a thousand errors note;
But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise,
Who in despite of view is pleased to dote;
Nor are mine ears with thy tongue's tune delighted,
Nor tender feeling, to base touches prone,
Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited
To any sensual feast with thee alone:
But my five wits nor my five senses can
Dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee,
Who leaves unsway'd the likeness of a man,
Thy proud hearts slave and vassal wretch to be:
Only my plague thus far I count my gain,
That she that makes me sin awards me pain.

- William Shakespeare

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"Proserpine" 1874 - Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828-88)

She was Goddess of the Underworld, kept there by a husband who forced her into marriage and she was only allowed to return to Earth for six months of the year; spring and summer. Watching The Forsyte Saga re-run on TV during my free days reminds me of the romance of Victorian art, and also the inescapable sadness and misery often reflected in it. There will always be a man determined to take what he desires, and a woman who suffers because of that. I think women must have done a lot of languishing and sojourning, then more languishing after luncheon followed by a long sojourn in a darkened room until supper. Being beautiful, intelligent and coveted means nothing. Irene Forsyte is one such female. She is cold and unlikeable, but it is difficult not to understand why when she lives in an unhappy marriage and wants nothing more than to be free. I will be tuning in tomorrow for the next installment, but things aren't looking good. Her husband has already tried to break down the door of her bedroom, and I suspect things are set to kick off big time. Tears, tantrums and turmoil. And all before elevenses.

interlude in minor key

"Things without all remedy should be without regard: what's done is done"

-Macbeth

superstition

My last post was my 13th and I cannot leave my blog in such an unlucky state. Hello number 14. You are pointless, but I'm not taking any chances.

Polemic: My Perogative

I need to get something off my chest and it is this: "Twilight" is an insult to human (especially female) intelligence.

There.

I feel better already.

Let me explain. The story revolves around the "love" between Bella ( a real living person) and Edward (a living-dead person who likes to suck. Blood, that is.) This aforementioned "love" is based on her desire for him, despite the fact that A) his superiority complex was so big townsfolk mistook it for could and henceforth it became the reason the sun never shone on Forks. He was also quite rude to her for their entire "courtship" period. Then, once Bella was won over by this apparently swoon-worthy behaviour, he then proceeded to run away, without warning, when the going got tough. And by "going got tough", I clearly mean "when the girlfriend of the vampire they killed is hunting Bella down because she wants to kill her in a very slow, nasty way". If there was ever a moment to leave your girlfriend, that is obviously it, right Edward You-Smell-Like-Cullen-Skink? After weighing the evidence, I have reached the conclusion that Edward is a very immature, pathetic excuse for a man, let alone a boyfriend. I hereby find him guilty of crimes against chivalry, and against the image of the perfect fictional love interest. The crime against the latter is by far the worst. Mr Rochester is weeping for you, Edward. WEEPING.

And that is just my opinion of the man in this desperate pair. My venom for Bella is much more potent. I can understand why women fall for the men they aren't supposed to fall for. The challenge of someone who seems disinterested is, I have to say, fun for any girl with an ounce of ambition and drive. But Bella has neither, yet she somehow manages to get not one but two men to fall helplessly in love with her despite the fact that she has no chat to give. There is something fundamentally wrong with this equation. The more chat you have, the more people you attract, surely?! Alas, this is not the case. She never smiles, spends most of the second film moping and seems completely incapable of living without a member of the opposite sex by her side. It all becomes so clear; feminism is dead. Edward Cullen killed it.

"a piece of me"

It's time for the "a piece of me" game, something I saw on my sister's blog and decided to try out.

This month....
I like: falling asleep in a bed of fresh, clean sheets after a 7-hour shift.

I don't like: not being very good at keeping up correspondance, and when people are equally as bad as I am. I am not intentionally ignoring anyone, and I don't like feeling intentionally ignored either.

I want you to know: that I may be silent sometimes, but I have a lot to say of you'd just ask me the right questions.

I've planned: to get up before 11am everyday so I can read, write and generally motivate myself to be more than what I currently seem to be.

I want to say to someone special: "Silence is the virtue of fools". Don't be a fool.