I’ll try to keep the background of this question brief but I think some of it is needed.
I discovered that there’s probably a history of a certain genetic condition in my family, which results in almost all XY foetuses instead developing what is considered to be “female” genitalia, but not being able to have children. (VERY short version there.) And I sort of started thinking of Mrs Bennet carrying this, which would line up with her one known sister not having children and her only having girls.
My point here is this: following this line of thought results in some of the Bennet sisters being unable to have children, and I’m wondering which you think is the most interesting to consider. Personally I think it would be a kindness to Lydia to not have children, and a cruelty to Jane for her to not (iirc she’s the only one who shows interest in children? Via the Gardiner children.) I’m torn on the other three- I kind of like the idea of Mary maturing past her… Mary-ness and instead being a good teacher to her children and eager to avoid the favouritism she grew up with, but I’m not 100% on that. I could go either way with Elizabeth and have no idea with Kitty.
So yeah! If two or three of the Bennet girls couldn’t have children, which do you think would be narratively the best/most interesting/most fitting for where they end up? (Working from what Jane Austen said about where Kitty and Mary end up.)
This is an interesting question. There is some delicacy to discussing infertility, but let me think about the narrative impacts.
Both Jane and Charles I can see as really wanting children, as she is the primary caretaker of the little Gardiners and probably helped raise her sisters and he’s just got that personality, in my opinion. I can see him being a great dad. I can see them coping with infertility by becoming the fun aunt and uncle to their genetic niblings and also being around the kids of their friends. Adoption was also possible. People died at higher rates than today, so maybe they adopt or take over the care of little baby Hurst or one of the Bennets die in childbirth (sorry, statistics got you, Kitty). They also could act as guardians for the Wickham children, because I can’t see either of the Wickhams being great parents. We know the Wickhams live with them as often as possible and I can just see Lydia leaving the kids behind and not giving a clear indication of when she’s coming back (Wickham would just peace out without warning).
they won’t tell you this in therapy but sometimes the best way to stop catastrophizing/anxiety is to interrupt your spiraling with “girl what the hell are you talking about”
It’s not a cure but you have no idea how many times this image has helped me with my OCD
Sometimes I imagine my mind-self cutting the intrusive thoughts with a katana, it helps a bit when I want to concentrate on something.
Several years ago I briefly worked in the warehouse of a nondescript extremely large e-commerce company. I had no other options for employment but desperately needed money. Turnover was like 150%. I worked from something like 7pm to 5am, my commute was 50 minutes each way and before I got paid I didn’t even have the cash for enough gas to get home one night and had to bum $10 off of my kid sibling (this is all to give you an idea of my abysmal mental state while employed here.) You’re not allowed to do anything besides your job, no music or anything and they track your movement on cameras so you can’t even take a breather. The job is real monotonous, you get sent boxes of items of random sizes and you have to put the items into shelves of varying sizes and the shelves come to you, you don’t walk to them. Because the company tracks the rate at which you put items on these shelves, many small items are desirable because you can put a lot of them in quickly. Everything about the place seems almost designed intentionally to break you mentally and turn you into a robot. So I’m about 6 or 7 hours into my shift, feeling on the verge of a mental collapse, and up comes a container with a bunch of small white boxes, bout half the size of a deck of cards. No labels. Great, I’m already happy about whatever these things are. So I go to scan them in, and it gives you the name of the item and a little picture. Sasuke Penis Costume. What? Sasuke Penis Costume. A picture of that red cloud robe from Naruto and one of the headbands with the metal plate on it. I’m thinking, there’s no way. What is a penis costume? Am I hallucinating this? And there’s so many of them, literally about a hundred, and I know I’m going to be spending at least an hour with Sasuke Penis Costume, there’s so many and they’re so small, I’m already excited about the potential efficiency of these, and then I see it’s Sasuke Penis Costume? So the entire shift I’m like, trying to not put these things away too quick, because honestly I’m starting to build a kind of kinship with them. This is quite literally the most exciting thing to happen to me during my whole 2 week employment at the warehouse. I started to see Sasuke Penis Costume as a friend, some reminder of the outside world, a reminder of the humanity I was becoming so unfamiliar with, a reminder the world contained comedy, art, anime, and penis. I really couldn’t tell you if I ended up putting all of them away, the last thing I remember is my desperate need to look these items up when I got home. I needed a link to send to my friends for when I told them this riveting story. I learned that the costume is called the Akatsuki cloak in my fervent search for the item, and wouldn’t you know it, absolutely zero trace of these things exists online. Not on the e-commerce website, not on any specialized penis-costume websites (whose existence I was not privvy to prior to this incident) and no third-party retailer has these. Not even Google images will show me the hypothetical existence of Sasuke Penis Costume. Every few months I look it up, trying to find evidence that it can be bought, that any of this was ever real. My bond, my friendship, and dare I say even love for Sasuke Penis Costume feels as tangible as the boxes they came in, and yet the universe will give me no closure of their fate. Less and less frequently I search for them, each time becoming more and more discouraged that I will ever find them, but unlike their substance on this earth, one thing is inarguably certain. Sasuke Penis Costume exists to me, and it will live on firmly and resolutely within my memory and within my heart.
all these gay girls are like “wow i want a big lady to step on me” but where is the love for short girls stepping on you? short girl intimidating you with her presence and body language alone until you fall over and she steps on you?? short girl taking down a girl who’s much taller than her and making her submit??? where’s the love for my shadow of the colossus bitches???
WHERE’S THE LOVE FOR GIRLS LIKE THIS
op this is a very hot concept and your post is valid but did you HAVE to explain this with a gif from penguins of madagascar
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