Jan. 27th, 2013

THIS

Jan. 27th, 2013 12:13 am
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This blog post describes my feelings on the subject precisely.  I love it when that happens.

 http://thereseoneill.blogspot.com/2013/01/ma-joad.html

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Bear with me. In the movie Grapes of Wrath, the Joad family has to leave their home, where they're starving, in hopes of finding work in California. Ma Joad is in her room packing...which mostly consists of burning her keepsakes and treasures cuz there is no room to take them with. 

Then there comes a moment when she finds these old ear baubles in her treasure box, and her face lights up when she sees them, and you can tell the memories they bring back to her, the dances and the boys, and her youth and beauty and joy. She holds them up to her ear in a smoky little mirror with a smile.

And then her smile freezes, and fades. The look that replaces it is...so...hurt. Heartbroken. Cuz her reflection. A fat, tired woman, aged from a life of toil in the dirt. Not the kind of woman who can wear those baubles anymore. 




And that damn scene makes me want to cry. And when I put up earrings to my face, I feel like Ma Joad. I look a little like her. They contradict me, draw the eye to my puff and chub and wrinkle. Next to their sparkle I look tired, dull, old and yes, fat. It's too damn sad. Just too sad. 

That's why I don't wear earrings. Damn you, Steinbeck..

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