Read this today after seeing the tantalizing headline on Reddit:
10. Mary Lennox
If you’ve never read The Secret Garden, please do so. It is free, a quick read, and has little of the schmaltzy crap that ruined Frances Hodgson Burnett’s other famous book, the awful A Little Princess.
But mostly, read it to meet the most wonderfully horrid little heroine of all: the spoiled, brutal, ugly Mary Lennox. Continue reading
11. Sailor Moon
If my Christmas countdown was organized like a ranking, this post would have been saved for Number One because, you know, AHHHH SAILOR MOON. But since this is more of a narrative, I am sitting Sailor Moon down here. Meaning, if Sarah from Labyrinth reminds me that adults can draw on fantasy as an empowering source of strength, then Tsukino Usagi naturally follows with the lesson that
Love is strength. Love is power. And, love is everywhere.
Wait, wait, waiiitt. Is that cheesy, sentimental schlock? Stick with me here a bit.
12. Sarah of Labyrinth:
What role does fantasy play in our battles with responsibilities?
Labyrinth (1986) focuses on Sarah, a teenage girl frustrated with mundane suburbia and the “unfair” demands placed on her by her family. Continue reading
At the start of April, I tried an experiment. I wanted to wake up at 6 am to use a full hour to myself in the morning before the baby woke up. I was gunning for an active, fulfilling morning because, my theory was
When you wake up and get out of the house, you’re putting yourself on the start of an adventure.
Vonnegut penned that line in Mother Night (1961), a postmodern spy romance on the ambiguity of true identity in a post-Auschwitz world. It has been taken to mean at least a few things; either we as individuals are truer than our purported social roles or that the artist must protect their soul in the face of our actions or that we can will ourselves into any identity since “identity” is a modern falsehood. In any variance, it is powerful and tumblrized into a well circulated inspirational quote.
But thinking about it, isn’t it true that we can consciously re-create ourselves into a vision of our values, dreams, and hopes? I believe we have that power. I’ve been thinking about this blog, which seems to have supplanted my old one (on self-help, productivity tips, motivation) and wondering how I ended up merging my goals of self-transformation with the dreamy nostalgia of my old favorite heroines. And it came to me very clearly this morning — namely, that my joking about becoming a magical-girl-super-hero has turned into a more self conscious project on remaking my life to be more…
More fun? More colorful?
More beautiful? More empowered? More self aware?
More ambitious? Stronger? More goal oriented? More sophisticated, worldly?