Bill a.k.a Shakespeare

In playwriting, my class and I read a few pages from Shakespeare's play King Richard.
We analyzed the scene where Lady Anne is persuaded to be bed and wed by King Richard, who for the record is no hottie. My professor had us look at this scene to show us how skillfully Shakespeare filled it with tension and change, without moving to a different scene.

From most of this scene, Lady Anne is a seething, enraged and despaired woman whose husband and father-in-law have been murdered by King Richard...and everyone knows he did it.
She curses him to hell three times. She refers to him as "an infection of a man", the "Devil", and calls upon heaven and earth to eat him alive. That's some pretty intense hate right there.
Yet in a matter of a few pages of dialogue, (which roughly equals a few minutes of acting) Lady Anne goes from condemning Richard to hell--->to agreeing to be his wife and lover.

Impressive! I thought to myself. How did good old Bill do this?
The explanation seemed feasible at first. But on second thought, I realized the explanation was on the weak side, and not that feasible at all.

He flattered her. He flirted. He was sweet as cherry pie. He played on Lady Anne's vanity and told her she was a beautiful angel. Which is great, but how are we to believe that a woman whose husband and father-in-law were slaughtered by this disgusting, evil dude is going to turn on a dime and hop into bed with him 'cause he told her she was pretty?
That's one helluva vain person who will compromise themselves and their loved ones that fast for some cheap flattery, no?




Bill's bust has been on a pedestal for so long, and all writers are made to stop and acknowledge him before they write their own sonnet, or poem, or play, or whatever. That's fine and cool, but I don't think he's the 'be all end all' of the written word.

Mhmm

love this

I know you're a slut, but what's your costume?

Girl: "I'm a naughty ___________ "(insert civil occupation or arbitrary noun here: police officer, nurse, girl scout, pirate, maid, sorceress, bumble bee, little bo peep..etc)

"Oh are you? I thought you were uncreative, insulting, 1-dimensional and sloppy. But hey, that's just me."

Are some women so desperate for attention that they can't think of anything else to be on the one day of the calendar year its acceptable to be scary, cool, outrageous or funny? Three hundred and sixty-four days of the year are open for skank-wear. (And don't argue that cold weather months prevent showing a lot of skin, 'cause late October is always pretty damn cold.)

The argument that dressing slutty on any other day but Hallow's Eve will get you called a slut couldn't be more false. In fact it's a safe assumption that most of the women who do this are dressing like this pretty much year-round anyway. When people see a spade, they call it a spade, even if it's behind it's back.

Nightclubs and bars are just a couple venues where arriving rather risque is commonplace; even encouraged. Hell your own birthday is an occasion that provides an excuse to clad yourself in tit-bearing, ass-hugging attire. After all, it is a par-tay.

I'm not saying that dressing sexy is wrong. It's Halloween, it's fun, it's one night.
There is however, something wrong with someone who feels the urge to dress like a sexy whathaveyou--every single Halloween, year, after year, after year. And sometimes these sexy whathaveyous look like straight-up prostitutes.

For those of us females who've just wanted a real costume, I'm sure you've found yourself scanning the walls of the Halloween stores, multiple times, then leaving empty-handed (save for some cheap makeup or fake teeth). Halloween companies seem to have run out of fabric, and ideas.

Even when typing in "cool female halloween costumes" (sans the word female, too) in Google, I got the tramp-version of every costume imaginable. The only women wearing actual clothes and not lingerie were modeling plus-sized costumes. How sad is that?

I'm not saying you can't look pretty, cute or even sexy. Just rethink continuously turning a fun, holiday for kids into a T&A eye-candy fest...and reinforcing the expectation for females to slip into brainless, half-missing-costumes every October.

Subject officially ovaaa.