Friday, January 8, 2010

It's a truth universally acknowledged...

A bit of explanation for the previous post...

This morning as I was getting ready, I was flipping channels since my morning routine has been torn asunder since The Hallmark Channel has ceased to show reruns of The Golden Girls. Dorothy, Blanche, Sophia and Rose used to be my companions as I put on my make up in the morning, but they have disappeared into the great void of syndication days past. Since I'm not a huge fan of Matt Lauer or Meredith Viera, I'm still in search of what will occupy my television screen from 8:30-9:30 every morning.

As I was channel flipping channels (or in the real equivalent, scrolling the program guide) I discovered that the film version of Sense and Sensibility was on. The Emma Thompson version. (You know, the one where we are supposed to believe that 40 year old Emma Thompson is a 19 year old? Yeah, that one...) Being the Austen-phile that I am, I of course changed the channel. Basically anytime anything Austen is on, that is where my channel lies...

As Alan Rickman was looking longingly for love in the young Kate Winslet and I was wanting to smack Kate Winslet for not loving him back, I started to get angry. Like, really angry. At a fictional character. Here is this amazing guy, and she can't even see him! I would KILL for a guy like that to come and moon over me.

Then, I wanted to smack myself.



We girls have been living under the false assumption that there is actually a guy out there who is our Mr. Darcy, or Colonel Brandon. And its all Jane Austen's FAULT!

A Colin Firth look-a-like is not going to walk up to me in a dripping wet white shirt and sweep me off my feet! It's not going to happen.

Instead, we are faced with the sad reality that is dating in the 21st Century. There is no romance anymore. Subtlety is extinct. We face the quandry of whether or not a guy is going to text us, and are being given the answer "He's just not that into you..." We are forced to sign up for dating websites that are no better than a dirty bar, even though they advertise differently.

I guess the discovery that I have made is that:

It's a truth universally acknowledged that any single woman in possession of a copy of Pride and Prejudice is going to end up bitterly disappointed.


  1. You need to read the book "Me and Mr. Darcy" - it's sort of a fairytale/chick lit/etc. but it's about how Austen made every woman fall in love with characters like Darcy... but they can't have him... and that we have to learn to figure out reality from fiction... but of course the book ends happily... but STILL it relates theme wise!

  2. Thanks for the heads up! I will definitely check it out!