Goddammit, I hate hormones
You know you've got it bad when you practically spend all day crying, from things like nerves about going to college, to your mom being hovering and nitpicky about your socks of all things, to how you hate driving and are never going to get a license, to a production of fucking Taming of the Shrew.
Yes, I almost started sobbing at the end, when Kate went on her little propoganda speil about how women should be so obedient to their masters because omg they do so much for us and we do so little for them. Isn't it our duty to bend to their whim and let them fuck us whenever they want, no protests. Isn't being slavishly obedient the least we can do? After all, our bodies are soft and weak, that's why we're not able to do anything useful. So remember, never show a dissenting opinion at all, it's our fate for being such weak, useless things.
Also, I love how the moral of the story is "If you're enough of a bastard to your wife, she'll eventually give up and agree to do whatever the hell you say for fear of getting more torture and you'll get a willing slave in a addition to the money you married her for in the first place love you."
It just made me so sad to think of women in the 1600's having to swallow this stuff, and I left as soon as the bowed because I wanted to burst into tears.
Yep, when you cry over misogyny in a play written in the 1600's, you know you're PMSing REALLY BAD. Oy vey. I wish my hormones would go away so I could have a sense of humor and enjoy life again.
Yes, I almost started sobbing at the end, when Kate went on her little propoganda speil about how women should be so obedient to their masters because omg they do so much for us and we do so little for them. Isn't it our duty to bend to their whim and let them fuck us whenever they want, no protests. Isn't being slavishly obedient the least we can do? After all, our bodies are soft and weak, that's why we're not able to do anything useful. So remember, never show a dissenting opinion at all, it's our fate for being such weak, useless things.
Also, I love how the moral of the story is "If you're enough of a bastard to your wife, she'll eventually give up and agree to do whatever the hell you say for fear of getting more torture and you'll get a willing slave in a addition to the money you married her for in the first place love you."
It just made me so sad to think of women in the 1600's having to swallow this stuff, and I left as soon as the bowed because I wanted to burst into tears.
Yep, when you cry over misogyny in a play written in the 1600's, you know you're PMSing REALLY BAD. Oy vey. I wish my hormones would go away so I could have a sense of humor and enjoy life again.