Grace in light of adversity

I keep seeing people answer that Shakespeare question of what “wherefore” means incorrectly on this dating site. The geeky vein on my forehead is thumping like you wouldn’t believe. It doesn’t mean “where”. She’s not looking for him.

It means “why”. She’s lamenting the fact that he’s the son of her family’s enemy. “OMG, WHY do you have to be related to THAT family? The ONE family that my dad would have a shit fit if I hooked up with” “Deny thy father and refuse thy name” she’s saying here that she wants him to no longer be a part of the “enemy camp” as it were. Or swear love to her and she’ll do the same for herself. The politics of the warring families divide them.  Eventually those politics are what put pressure on their love and eventually led to their death. (I’m not regretting spoilers here. You’ve had 500 years to read the fucking play).

I have an ancestor that gave up the English Aristocracy to marry the man she loves. My fantastic self would not be here without her fortitude and for that I thank her. Basic rule is: if you love someone, fuck what everyone else thinks.

Don’t you wish you could have been sitting next to me in English class in high school? I’m handy when it comes to the Bard ;)

werdsmiffery:

It was the cool thing to do when I was in school, but I could never get the hang of it. Of course, now I am a grown-ass man and no one around me cares, I take great pride in riding home late at night with my hands off the handlebars. I particularly like holding my arms by my sides, then bringing my hands up, index fingers extended, pretending they can shoot lasers, and blasting stopped traffic out of my way. (And in case you’re wondering, yes, every cyclist has those fantasies.)

It’s the next best thing to flying, really. :)

Galoshes: puddle stompers STOMPIN’ PUDDLES. No matter how old I get this will never cease to be a source of delight on rainy days. :)

gtl-network:

This was to funny so had to re-post it for you all. Enjoy!

Guy

A little boy goes to his father and asks Daddy, “how was I born ?’

The father answers, ‘Well, son, I guess one day you will need to find out anyway!  

Your Mom and I first got together in a chat room on Yahoo.  

Then I set up a date via e-mail with your Mom and we met at a cyber-cafe.  

We sneaked into a secluded room, and googled each other.  

There your mother agreed to a download from my hard drive.  

As soon as I was ready to upload, we discovered that neither one of us had used a firewall, and since it was too late to hit the delete button , nine months later a little Pop-Up appeared that said:  

 

Scroll down…You’ll love this ……..

 

 

 

 

‘You’ve got Male!      

 

 

 

 

 

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