Books.. and us.

Another one of the posts that I found typed in a notepad in a hidden folder..
Why women should not read books:

Hey.. I am going to be thrown in some village for work very soon. I shall not be able to update the blog regularly (which I dont anyways)

However, that is not the point.

The point I wish to make today is regarding love. *blush* :P

Women are very sensitive people. I know that, obviously.
Women take things pretty seriously. Even the ones that we shouldn't.
Thus, books are the biggest polluting devices in the history of mankind for our timid, tiny little hearts and minds.

Now, look at Desdemona. What was her fault?
She loved a little too much. She was extremely beautiful. She was honest, contrary to the opinion of her beloved, Othello. If I were Othello, I would have quit all politics and war and quests for whatever Othello was involved in and sat besides Desdemona and appreciate her love. That would have also eliminated all possibilities of her cheating on me anyways. That would have been simple logic and could have potentially avoided many deaths and a lot of bloodshed. However, that was not to be. Othello was a man. Devoid of all logic, like any other man.

Change genres, shall we? Lets switch to Charles Dickens instead of William Shakespeare.

Everyone has read / heard of David Copperfield.
If I consider all the lady characters of the story, I cant help but fret and fume. Following is a glimpse of their romantic lives: (in the order of my memory)
Dora Spenlow - David's first (child) wife. What did she derive of her love? Responsibilities she could not endure.
Clara Copperfield - A miserable death and endless mourning.
Mrs. Trotwood - I dont even remember her well. But I am certain of her depressing life by dint of her depressing character and ways
Rosa Dartle - Wait! Did she even have a life other than being a helping hand at the Steerforth's?
Agnes Wickfield - A depressing young lady who gets kissed by the guy who calls her "Sister of my boyhood". Considering that was the same guy who she silently loved throughout her life, it is but natural for any reader to get disgusted by the entire idea of love.
Clara Peggotty - The kind, loving nanny of David who marries Barkis for love. All happiness she ever got in her life was to hear from him "Barkis is willing" on his deathbed. Gross - if you ask me.
And of course Emily - "Untill he brings me back a lady" - Dear Emily could not accept the fact that Steerforth did not love her like a lady but as an object of usage.

There can be millions of examples
Like Jo in Little Women, Mercedes in The Count of Monte Cristo, or anyone else in saoe story ideas. Pick any lady from any play of Shakespeare, or of Oscar Wilde. I am certain no one would want that life.

Unless, of course, if one would want to pick some romantic novel, Eric Seigal or Mills and Boons. However, that is an inhuman form of setting expectations. You read those. You believe your knight in shining armour shall rescue you everytime you are in distress. However, most times the very knight is the source of or a mere spectator to all distress.

What is then, the point of it all?

Why? Would it not be convenient for women (and at most times, men too) if we just did not read books?

See ya around.