Peachy
Cristina from BrontëBlog sent us this link and begged us to snark it. Happy to oblige for a fellow litblogger.
Peaches Geldof, the daughter of Bob Geldof and the late Paula Yates, for some inscrutable reason is considered worthy of profiling in the Times. Well, she probably has the same qualifications for celebrity as Paris and Nicole; but unfortunately for Peaches, that means the poor child’s ill-informed sixteen-year-old opinions have been committed to paper (and cyberspace) for all time. We pity her, really, from the bottom of our dried-up spinster heart.
She’s bright, yet unintellectual, with a gift for the punchy phrase. Jane Austen, for instance, is “boring feminist crap”. What’s wrong with being feminist? “I don’t like feminists. I like the mild feminists — go for it — but not crazy I-hate-men feminists.”
So Jane Austen hates men?
The creator of Fitzwilliam Darcy hates men.
The creator of George Knightley hates men.
The creator of Captain Frederick Wentworth hates men.
The creator of Henry Bloody Tilney hates men.
We gaze upon the future of Western Civilization, Gentle Readers, and we tremble.
But, you know, if Jane Austen isn’t Peaches’ cuppa, really, we have no problem with that. So whose work does she like to read? Why, Bret Easton Ellis, the author of American Psycho, in which the torture of a series of women is described in minute and loving detail. But hey! Jane Austen hates men!
Do you want to learn something about American culture, Peaches honey? Step over here.
No, closer.
Cloooooser.
Look! It’s a baseball bat! The Great American Pastime! Bring me some peanuts and Cracker Jack! But this isn’t an ordinary Louisville Slugger, oh no. It is, in fact, the Cluebat of Janeite Righteousness!
*WHACK!*
Did you know that man-hater Jane Austen mentioned “base ball” in one of her novels? No?
*WHACK!*
Guess you know now.
(And Cristina answers from the Brontëite point of view.)
