Life, Second Chances, and the Oh F*ck Moment From Persuasion

Persuasion was the last novel Jane Austen completed before her death. It is both bittersweet and heartwarming.

For the uninitiated, Persuasion is the story of Anne Elliot and Captain Frederick Wentworth. Eight years before the novel begins, Anne and Frederick were ready to marry. But Anne’s family and in particular her father, a snobbish and spendthrift baronet believes that a sailor is a poor choice of husband for a young lady like Anne. Anne reluctantly breaks off the engagement. Eight years later, Frederick, now a respected and admired Captain in the Navy is both wealthy and eligible. Anne’s father and sister have nearly bankrupted the family. They meet again in the home of Anne’s brother in law after Frederick’s sister and brother in law rent Anne’s childhood home.

Will Anne and Frederick be able to move on or will their past choices linger?

Persuasion is for me, not just one of my favorite classic novels, it is one of the best novels of all time. The best novels have a quality that rings true regardless of the era that it was written in or the era that the reader is reading it in. Persuasion is about second chances, letting go of the past and forgiving mistakes.

My favorite moment in the adaptations is when Anne and Frederick meet again after eight years. The camera zooms on both of their faces. They try to appear as composed as possible, but the audience, especially the audience who has read the book knows better. That is the oh f*ck moment in Persuasion.

Sometimes in life, we make a decision. We don’t know the outcome of that decision, nor do we know if we decide to turn it down, if it will come around again. We can only hope that we made the right decision.

In the end (spoiler alert), Anne and Frederick have their happy ending. But their journey is not without it’s hiccups.

The truth is that life is full of ups and downs, and what ifs. But whatever happens, we can only move forward and hope for the best.

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Beyond Disgraceful

In India, a man  ran away with a married woman. In response, a local council responded by ordering the rape of his sisters and the destruction of his home. Fearing for their lives and the safety of their daughters, the man’s family is living elsewhere, unable to return home.

Amnesty International has launched a petition to urge Indian authorities to step in and protect the daughters of this family.  If you believe that this ruling is unjust, wrong and just plain cruel, please sign. These girls should not be living in fear of such a heinous act.

This is beyond disgraceful. It is disgusting.

What kind of backward society allows a local council (note that they were not elected by the people and are only on the council because they were lucky enough to born into the upper echelons of their society) to decide that a just punishment is rape?

Why must the daughters and by extension, the family be punished by their son’s decision? If anyone should be condemned, it is the couple, not his family and most certainly not his sisters.

What also strikes me about this story is that it proves that in  many parts of the world, a woman is still regarded as a piece of property. They are bought and sold in the name of marriage, their virginity is their asset and the key to the family’s future. By ordering the rape of these two innocent girls, their future and by extension, the family’s future is soiled forever.

It is beyond disgraceful and the men who ordered this heinous act should be brought to a legitimate court to be tried for their actions.

Things that make you realize you’re becoming a grown up

So true.

As I countdown the days with dread until my 30th birthday, I’ve been getting sentimental for the time when I could drink all night and feel fan-fucking-tastic the next day or eat an entire large combo pizza without crying in shame 30 minutes later. So I’ve been taking note of all the ways I am slowly but surely becoming an adult. Dun dun dun!

Unwanted facial hair:  I’m a blonde haired Scandinavian but I still have to check every morning to make sure I don’t have a chin hair waving hello at everyone that day. You’d think god would cut me a break for being so pale that I look like a stick of butter with arms and legs, I would at least not have to worry about gnarly black hairs sprouting from my lip.

Upper lip hair. Natures way of saying you should have locked down a husband by now. Upper lip hair. Natures way of saying you should have locked down a husband by now.

Lower car insurance rates: Gone…

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