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From the Regency Era to the 2000s, Real Men Fail Against Literary Ones
In these dystopian times all around the world, where are the good men that we find in books?
It was the 20th anniversary of Joe Wright’s film adaptation of Pride and Prejudice, and I went to the movie theater for the re-release. There, I laughed, I sighed, I giggled. I fell in love. And I wasn’t the only one.
As I was leaving the cinema, a thought struck me: no one is going to love me like that.
I’m right about this.
First, because I don’t live in Regency England, and thank goodness for that (long live women’s rights, vaccines, and my own bank account).
And second, I’m not a character in a novel. I’m a human being and someone is going to love me like that particular human being loves, and I’m going to do the same. When is this gonna happen? Well, that’s a different story.
After that communal cinema experience something changed inside me. I had felt starved of love, or rather…
