There. Finally a man said it. So now I can repeat it. Micropeen. It explains so much MAGA. And also, by Stormy’s account, MAGA’s very own Prince of Darkness.
Micropeen is an apt description -- it explains A LOT about what goes on with them. It mostly explains the constant state of anger, as if the rest of us should have to tolerate their quest to make up for an accident of nature.
"He watched her pretty and unconscious munching through the skeins of smoke that pervaded the tent, and Tess Durbeyfield did not divine, as she innocently looked down at the roses in her bosom, that there behind the blue narcotic haze was potentially the “tragic mischief” of her drama—one who stood fair to be the blood-red ray in the spectrum of her young life. She had an attribute which amounted to a disadvantage just now; and it was this that caused Alec d’Urberville’s eyes to rivet themselves upon her. It was a luxuriance of aspect, a fulness of growth, which made her appear more of a woman than she really was. She had inherited the feature from her mother without the quality it denoted. It had troubled her mind occasionally, till her companions had said that it was a fault which time would cure."
That is one long-ass paragraph to say what it says, and I love it!
Greg, you've blown my mind yet again. I devoured & digested this book multiple times between the ages of 13 & 19. Hope I'm not TMI'ing too much when I admit it taught me lust & the bitter aliveness of unrequited love, plus the hypocrisy of holier-than-thou men. Unfortunately, in a world full of Alecs and Angel Clares, I always fell for the Alec. Angel Clare's stubborn (dare I say "weenie"?) double standard he held against poor Tess made me furious & even more wont to eschew every Angel Clare who crossed my path in ensuing decades, as I simultaneously hid from (or clung to) an Alec...
As a good Polish Roman Catholic girl fresh out of 9 years of parochial school, I had to be crafty about the books I took home to read in high school. When my Mom found "Your Erroneous Zones" by Wayne Dyer in my room, she mistook "erroneous" for "erogenous" and told me to "get that filth out of the house." (She did do me a huge favor by throwing out a Helen Gurley Brown book when she opened to a chapter with instructions on how to please your man orally, lmfao...) Thomas Hardy's Tess was therefore perfect - - layers of lust and passion hidden in lengthy, erudite prose that likely glazed Mom's eyes over after a couple lines. "Nuthin' to worry 'bout there!" Heh!
When I was in HS (in CT), we were assigned Jude the Obscure for my honors English class. I cannot put into words just how miserable a book that is (and yes, depressing). In fact, it rates as the worst book I ever had to read, and I am an avid reader and able to find something valuable in most books. Who assigns teenagers to read Jude the Obscure?! Sadistic English teachers, I presume.
I kept putting off reading the book because, again, it was so miserable. The night before the test, I found myself needing to read more than half of it. I determined to stay up all night, if necessary, to finish the book. Imagine my dismay when I woke up the next morning, my bedside light still on, the book laying on my chest unread. Panicked, I begged my mom to call me in sick to school. I was given my ONE opportunity to call in sick (due to my poor planning and procrastination) with the understanding I could never allow that to happen again. I learned my lesson, and spent the day reading the book. Did I mention how miserable it is?
I wanted to like this excerpt from Thomas Hardy because I have enjoyed other authors/poets you have shared. Unfortunately, my assessment of Thomas Hardy, based on one miserable book I was forced to read in HS, will have to stand. Sorry, but Tess did not change my mind.
There. Finally a man said it. So now I can repeat it. Micropeen. It explains so much MAGA. And also, by Stormy’s account, MAGA’s very own Prince of Darkness.
Micropeen is an apt description -- it explains A LOT about what goes on with them. It mostly explains the constant state of anger, as if the rest of us should have to tolerate their quest to make up for an accident of nature.
Matches the size of their empathy and compassion gene. And is in direct disproportion to the size of their hostility against women.
“The better I get to know men, the more I find myself loving dogs.”
- Charles de Gaulle
Excellent!
"He watched her pretty and unconscious munching through the skeins of smoke that pervaded the tent, and Tess Durbeyfield did not divine, as she innocently looked down at the roses in her bosom, that there behind the blue narcotic haze was potentially the “tragic mischief” of her drama—one who stood fair to be the blood-red ray in the spectrum of her young life. She had an attribute which amounted to a disadvantage just now; and it was this that caused Alec d’Urberville’s eyes to rivet themselves upon her. It was a luxuriance of aspect, a fulness of growth, which made her appear more of a woman than she really was. She had inherited the feature from her mother without the quality it denoted. It had troubled her mind occasionally, till her companions had said that it was a fault which time would cure."
That is one long-ass paragraph to say what it says, and I love it!
It says that she was...boobiful...? 😜
Greg, you've blown my mind yet again. I devoured & digested this book multiple times between the ages of 13 & 19. Hope I'm not TMI'ing too much when I admit it taught me lust & the bitter aliveness of unrequited love, plus the hypocrisy of holier-than-thou men. Unfortunately, in a world full of Alecs and Angel Clares, I always fell for the Alec. Angel Clare's stubborn (dare I say "weenie"?) double standard he held against poor Tess made me furious & even more wont to eschew every Angel Clare who crossed my path in ensuing decades, as I simultaneously hid from (or clung to) an Alec...
As a good Polish Roman Catholic girl fresh out of 9 years of parochial school, I had to be crafty about the books I took home to read in high school. When my Mom found "Your Erroneous Zones" by Wayne Dyer in my room, she mistook "erroneous" for "erogenous" and told me to "get that filth out of the house." (She did do me a huge favor by throwing out a Helen Gurley Brown book when she opened to a chapter with instructions on how to please your man orally, lmfao...) Thomas Hardy's Tess was therefore perfect - - layers of lust and passion hidden in lengthy, erudite prose that likely glazed Mom's eyes over after a couple lines. "Nuthin' to worry 'bout there!" Heh!
When I was in HS (in CT), we were assigned Jude the Obscure for my honors English class. I cannot put into words just how miserable a book that is (and yes, depressing). In fact, it rates as the worst book I ever had to read, and I am an avid reader and able to find something valuable in most books. Who assigns teenagers to read Jude the Obscure?! Sadistic English teachers, I presume.
I kept putting off reading the book because, again, it was so miserable. The night before the test, I found myself needing to read more than half of it. I determined to stay up all night, if necessary, to finish the book. Imagine my dismay when I woke up the next morning, my bedside light still on, the book laying on my chest unread. Panicked, I begged my mom to call me in sick to school. I was given my ONE opportunity to call in sick (due to my poor planning and procrastination) with the understanding I could never allow that to happen again. I learned my lesson, and spent the day reading the book. Did I mention how miserable it is?
I wanted to like this excerpt from Thomas Hardy because I have enjoyed other authors/poets you have shared. Unfortunately, my assessment of Thomas Hardy, based on one miserable book I was forced to read in HS, will have to stand. Sorry, but Tess did not change my mind.