Donna: Are you going to listen to me from now on?
Josh: I’m not even listening to you now.
Josh Lyman: For what it’s worth, Charlie didn’t blink before putting himself between Zoey and danger.
Balenciaga shoes photographed by wonderful Wataru Bob Shimosato
Teacher: You look ready for a fight.
Veronica: I get that a lot. I guess it’s just my usual expression.
Troy: Are you always this persnickety?
Veronica: Sometimes I’m even persnickety-er.
“When I converted from crime to poetry, it wasn’t pretty.” — Chris Stevens
Baby James Marsters as a Michigander of the cloth on Northern Exposure.
She holds me under the faucet!
Where my old boyfriend told me how obsessive I was about [my pet tortoise] Minnie, Jeff celebrated our connection, making a fake newspaper cover featuring Minnie and me. (“Startling Tales of Tortoise Life! She holds me under the faucet!” the headline blared.)
Blind, partial, prejudiced, absurd
But in the story of Elizabeth and how she learned to change her mind, Austen tells us something different. Oh, Elizabeth is very full of her feelings towards Mr. Darcy when she thinks she has the moral high ground: her rage at what he’s done to her sister Jane, her indignation on behalf of Mr. Wickham, her scorn for his aristocratic arrogance. But they all turn out to be based on false perceptions—some of them the products of those very feelings. “She grew absolutely ashamed of herself,” goes the little paragraph on which the novel turns. “Of neither Darcy nor Wickham could she think, without feeling that she had been blind, partial, prejudiced, absurd.” Emotions are wrong, Austen wanted us to know, when the conceptions that they’re based on are wrong. It doesn’t matter if they feel right at the time. Of course they feel right: they’re feelings! And we won’t grow up, or be happy, until we’re willing to acknowledge that.
Can’t even tell you how much I love this.
Long live the ’90s.
I’d rather have big feet than a mean little heart any day.
