I hope if George Sand were living today, she'd write for Jezebel. But only if she were like 30. When you're older, it's not so much the site for you. But then the question is WAS Sand funny enough for Jezebel? Maybe. But because her work seems to be primarily "Women's rights! Serious things!" I am not sure. And I base this entirely off the one book of hers I've read, Indiana.
Fun story about Indiana, I was taking a French lit course, and I remember thinking 'Huh. We haven't had a paper due in awhile.' And ON THAT VERY DAY, I show up to class and everyone gets out their five page papers and I, of course, go "Merde." But the professor gave me the weekend to finish it, which ended up being a Simpsons moment, because the University of Illinois had their first snow day in 30 years that Monday, and I had to spent it indoors, staring at Indiana and trying to figure out how it was a literary precursor to Naturalism. FUN TIMES.
There're some literary figures I almost never think about, know very little about, and yet am PRETTY sure we'd be super-awesome friends. One of them's George Sand, only she'd be like the exasperating friend who keeps getting herself into annoying and melodramatic relationship situations.
Like we'd go out to lunch and Chopin would show up and hover around the table and she'd be like "OMG Chopin we are trying to have lunch" and he'd be like "BUT GEORGE I LOVE YOU" (only in a whispery way, because he was shy) and I'd be like "Should we split some carrot cake?" because I do not like getting involved in these situations but Chopin would hear me and be all "CARROT CAKE IS OUR CAKE, GEORGE WHY MUST YOU EAT IT WITH OTHER PEOPLE" and I'd stare at the menu until he went away and then George and I would talk about how men are dicks and never just let you enjoy cake without making it about them.
Fun story about Indiana, I was taking a French lit course, and I remember thinking 'Huh. We haven't had a paper due in awhile.' And ON THAT VERY DAY, I show up to class and everyone gets out their five page papers and I, of course, go "Merde." But the professor gave me the weekend to finish it, which ended up being a Simpsons moment, because the University of Illinois had their first snow day in 30 years that Monday, and I had to spent it indoors, staring at Indiana and trying to figure out how it was a literary precursor to Naturalism. FUN TIMES.
There're some literary figures I almost never think about, know very little about, and yet am PRETTY sure we'd be super-awesome friends. One of them's George Sand, only she'd be like the exasperating friend who keeps getting herself into annoying and melodramatic relationship situations.
Like we'd go out to lunch and Chopin would show up and hover around the table and she'd be like "OMG Chopin we are trying to have lunch" and he'd be like "BUT GEORGE I LOVE YOU" (only in a whispery way, because he was shy) and I'd be like "Should we split some carrot cake?" because I do not like getting involved in these situations but Chopin would hear me and be all "CARROT CAKE IS OUR CAKE, GEORGE WHY MUST YOU EAT IT WITH OTHER PEOPLE" and I'd stare at the menu until he went away and then George and I would talk about how men are dicks and never just let you enjoy cake without making it about them.
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