And then I debated whether or not to put it on Tumblr…but I decided it was important. Because in my own way, I can (unfortunately) point out exactly what is wrong with men when they don’t realize how hard it is to be a woman. How we do not have equal opportunities and freedoms in everyday life….
Unfortunately, this story doesn’t surprise me. Remember, guys: no matter how pretty we are, we don’t owe you our time, attention, conversation, or smiles.
Probably unpopular opinion: while I think I understand why this last ep is the way it is, and agree that it’s probably most realistic to what Jane would do if she were real (I hate to even admit that she isn’t)…
… I found it beautiful and lovely and ultimately rather unsatisfying. :(
(Despite being pleased that this show was in the end about Jane’s growth as a person rather than a Big Romantic Relationship, I’m still allowed to wish we had resolution on that, right?)
In 1940, knowing that France was falling into the hands of the Germans, the workers of the Louvre took action. All 400,000 works were evacuated and sent to the south of France. In secret they transported the priceless paintings and statues, and held by wealthy families in Vichy,where they would remain for five years, only returning at the end of the war.The quick action of the workers without a doubt saved the masterpieces from becoming part of the over 5 million works that were looted by the Nazis during the war.
"On the twentieth of October, in the Year of Our Lord nineteen hundred and eighteen. Do you hear me?” I demanded, for he was blinking at me unmoving, as though paying no attention to a word I said. “I said nineteen eighteen! Nearly t w o hundred years from now! Do you hear?” I was shouting now, and he nodded slowly.
"I hear,” he said softly
"Yes, you hear!” I blazed. “And you think I’m raving mad. Don’t you? Admit it! That’s what you think. You have to think so, there isn’t any other way you can explain me to yourself. You can’t believe me, you can’t dare to. Oh, J a m i e…” I felt my face start to crumple.
All this time spent hiding the truth, realizing that I could never tell anyone, and now I realized that I could tell Jamie, my b e l o v e d husband, the man I trusted beyond all others, and he wouldn’t—he couldn’t believe me either.
Well I’ve written and rewritten this post more than 5 times by now.Mostly because I’ve debated a lot about whether or not post this to begin with. We’ve never really been terribly concrete with our schedule for the sake of the story, and breaking that habit is a bit odd…
I haz a really big, huge sad.