Wednesday, April 25, 2007

WHY YOU ARE GAY: Anne of Green Gables

When you were a “young adult,” you had lots of books to choose from. You could read Christopher Pike, and get the caca scared out of you by the same horror plot over and over. You could discover touching tales of rural life, like “Where the Red Fern Grows,” “Hatchet,” and “My Side Of The Mountain.” Or you could slog through those large font novels about how your teachers are aliens.

But you chose a different path. You may have found the books in your aunt’s house, or at the library when you wandered around after school when everybody else was playing junior basketball. Chances are your parents didn’t give them to you, but you found them anyway. And when you did, it opened up a whole new world of adventure, love and bliss... And melancholy walks through the shaded woods.

Oh, “Anne of Green Gables.” How you loved her red hair, and fussy way of describing things. How you wished you lived in a garret, and had foster parents like Marilla and Matthew. How you yearned (okay, lusted) for Gilbert Blythe, who started off coarse and mean, but turned into a handsome, bushy-haired gentleman. Did you believe in corporal punishment, you wondered? Would you have given up the Avery prize?

You may have even continued reading the series, devouring “Anne of Avonlea” and “Anne of Windy Poplars.” You may have gotten the book on tape, and forced your parents to listen to it in the car over and over. You may have even watched the movie, or the miniseries!

Whatever you did, you did it with wistful glee, just the way Anne would have. Except she didn’t grow up to be a giant man-swallowing ass vacuum, and you did.


fishwatch said...
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fishwatch said...

We LOVED the miniseries. It made us want to move to PEI.

bella wilfer said...

Oh, Christopher Pike, how I loved him...mostly due to the shocking amount of sex in books written for 12 year olds.

Frank said...

More and more, I believe we shared the same childhood.

Ray said...

okay, i have been reading your blog (via drug addicted FHC) for awhile, and this has hit the nail on the head.
i actually still have ALL the books in a box in my room right now. even when moving across the country for college last summer, i managed to justify bringing them.
anyway, rock on!

Anonymous said...

I am from PEI, it has its pluses ... but most of the movie was shot in Ontario.

When one author speculated Anne was a big lesbian a few years back, the whole Island inverted itself in confusion and rage for a few days.