

The movie got me thinking about strong women who never marry and achieve so much more than they perhaps would have had they settled for a dainty life as somebody's wife. Elizabeth I, the 'Virgin Queen' comes to mind; she refused to marry despite protests from English Parliament that her death would result in civil unrest and war if she was to die a single woman. Had she married, she would have inevitably had to relinquish her power. Instead, she renounced marriage and led the country into its golden age.
Is love obsolete in today's society? Possibly. Is marriage an archaic concept that only serves to demean and oppress women? Maybe not, but at the moment I feel terribly empowered as a woman and so I will say that the answer is yes. What's love? Pain. What is marriage? Constriction and mediocrity. Call me a cynic (and I am) but I am never falling victim to love again. It is much more fun to be the Femme Fatale of Velvet Underground Fame.
You're written in her book
You're number 37, have a look
She's going to smile to make you frown, what a clown
Little boy, she's from the street
Before you start, you're already beat
She's gonna play you for a fool, yes it's true
Femme Fatale, The Velvet Underground
Or Estella from Great Expectations:
She'll only break your heart, it's a fact. And even though I warn you, even though I guarantee you that the girl will only hurt you terribly, you'll still pursue her. Ain't love grand?

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