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How Romantic!
Sep. 28th, 2008 12:48 amEveryone saw this thing about how LM Montgomery, creator of Anne of Green Gables, committed suicide right?
Now, this is not to slam on suicide, because suicide is pretty awful and I've lost some people, and had to fight for others and I'm a depressive myself. No!
I simply mean to point out that I had this friend in middle school who was OBSESSED with Anne of Green Gables, especially the live action one on Disney channel which had like a zillion episodes. And of course, I tried to watch it with the proper Felicity and Gus shipping spirit. But alas, it was terrifically boring golden wheat pastures which stuck in my mind and probably greatly contributed to my fear of 'the heartlands' and cotton dresses.
Avonlea curiously struck me, as an irritating and irritable twelve year old, as to be so safe and clean and wholesome as to be a strange sort of buffer from anything resembling objective reality. The walls of Avonlea were padded. In calico.
This is all a round-about way of saying: I remain absolutely ignorant of anything about LM Montgomery the person. And I am not surprised. Nor was I particularly surprised to find out, many years ago, that the Japanese love her and have a creepy Anne of Avonlea cult.
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iceb0x's parents fault anyway. I should never have been forced to socialize with other people.
Now, this is not to slam on suicide, because suicide is pretty awful and I've lost some people, and had to fight for others and I'm a depressive myself. No!
I simply mean to point out that I had this friend in middle school who was OBSESSED with Anne of Green Gables, especially the live action one on Disney channel which had like a zillion episodes. And of course, I tried to watch it with the proper Felicity and Gus shipping spirit. But alas, it was terrifically boring golden wheat pastures which stuck in my mind and probably greatly contributed to my fear of 'the heartlands' and cotton dresses.
Avonlea curiously struck me, as an irritating and irritable twelve year old, as to be so safe and clean and wholesome as to be a strange sort of buffer from anything resembling objective reality. The walls of Avonlea were padded. In calico.
This is all a round-about way of saying: I remain absolutely ignorant of anything about LM Montgomery the person. And I am not surprised. Nor was I particularly surprised to find out, many years ago, that the Japanese love her and have a creepy Anne of Avonlea cult.
It's all
iceb0x's parents fault anyway. I should never have been forced to socialize with other people.
