Inside the restored Bronte Museum at Haworth
I have to mention Charlotte Bronte, whose “Jane Eyre” was given to me to read, again as a punishment, at age 11.
Hey if you want 19th Century classic ships filled with angst check out Jane Eyre
Classic ships!!
Today, I once again have to sing a song that has been the bane of my college career and it has now followed me into my adult performing life. If any of you know “Painting Her Portrait” from Jane Eyre the musical, this is the song. The acting is an incredible challenge for this song. One that I…
I just found two stories on fanfiction.net that are Jane Eyre/Harry Potter crossovers.
I’m done. Just so done right now. lol
On the train, there was a girl carrying one of those Madewell New York state tote bags, and for a while the only bit that was visible was a corner that said, “You can thank Rochester for s’mores!” and it took me an embarrassingly long time to realize it meant Rochester, NY, and not Mr. Rochester,…
and this piece of shit is actually hailed as being “feminist” but what the fuck no.
Jane leaves after finding out about Rochester’s marriage, yeah great A+ good job. But then she goes and lets St John walk all over her and control everything, the only reason she doesn’t give in to marrying the wanker is because she “hear’s Rochester’s voice” (which, fucking amazing story telling there, well done, top marks) and goes back to the guy that lied to her for the entire time they’d known each other. And then it’s like “but she was an independent woman! They met as equals!” except no, because she marries him. And this was what, 1850? Everything she owned became his. She gave up all rights to anything and everything. Woo! Feminist literature! A dude manipulates and control you but it’s okay because it’s done for love!
