I once read from a book saying that writing is like riding a bike. Practice is needed so one be able to ride it well. If you, in a period of time, abandon your bike, it might take a while to get back on the saddle. Honestly, I think that goes for everything. We are good at what we do if we do it constantly .. and we might get bored easily as well. Okay, I'm not complaining. It's Monday, I'm at work and although everything seems to come towards like a group of bees attacking me, I'm still able to find a minute or two to blog. HEHEHE.
Anyway, a couple of days ago, a friend mention on his Facebook status that Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice is so unrealistic. Of course, I'm not the right person to defend Austen subjectively because of my adoration for her (not that she needs to be defended). I once wrote how much I admire Joe Wright's Pride and Prejudice.
I can honestly tell you now that I don't know much who Austen was nor I know much about how life was in the early 18th century. I do know that Austen was considered an outspoken author who elicited contradictions to what was considered important at that time (and/or maybe today's society, like it or not). The heroines she created, they live (still do) bravely.
Elizabeth Bennet (from Pride and Prejudice), despite her faults to pass on judgments, she was a cleaver, young and outspoken lady. Let's not forget Emma Woodhouse, Eleanor and Marianne Dashwood or Fanny Price. They're all astonishing in the little circles of their lives.
Back to Pride and Prejudice, the book that was published in the early 18th century. It was set on England, where people still did curtsy, electricity was not yet invented and being married well was a woman's destiny. But Bennet despised the tradition. She refused the he-owned-everything Mr. Collins' proposal, not because he's portrayed funny-looking, but simply he's not the right man.
Seriously, think about it! Do you really think Pride is not real? It has been a couple of months, me and my friends at work were talking about a TV show called, Take Me Out. Basically, it's a dating game show. The guys will introduce themselves - age, occupation, what kind of car they drive, etc. I don't blame society for expecting a social/economy-elevation. My point is what happened then still happens now.
Watching those 20ish women standing with an on/off button reminds me of Kitty, Lydia, Mrs. Bennet and all silly ladies on Pride and Prejudice hoping to find a Bingley, a Darcy, a Wickham or even a Collins (depends on their desperation. HAHAHA).
In both the movie and the book, Lizzie did end up being with Mr. Darcy. Lizzie never really despise wealth and Darcy is just an uptight aristocrat, but I don't think he look down on people with less-fortune. So if you ask me, whether the romance between the two is possible or not. I shall say although it doesn't not happen to me, to that friend of mine or maybe to most of you, it does possibly happen.
In short, life stinks occasionally and you just need to suck it up. HAHAHA.
PS: I have this pimple the size of an onion. Totally annoying.