Emma is no Anna

Bovary vs Karenina, that is.

I guess all that I can really say is that I am a product of the modern woman. My eyes could not hold still for a minute, for all the rolling that Emma forced on them. Her romantic fantasies were so syrupy and sugary - and if that weren't enough, she wasn't even capable of realizing that the promise of everlasting passion she was striving for wasn't even possible, or practical. I honestly believe that these mentioned problems would have been mere trifles if it were not for the uselessness of her character. So she was cultured and pretty, so what? All she ever did was hate Charles (so leave him then! She obviously wasn't afraid of scandal) while using his money and taking advantage of his weak will. Instead of dreaming all day, why not do something about it? Turning away sexual favors for money at the last minute doesn't make up any credibility the adulteress neglected to build through the entire novel. If anything, it worsens it, and I wish she had acted a whore to save her husband. Emma Bovary has no right to carrying dignity. Seriously, what a bitch.

I think a little feminist is coming out of me as I write this and I don't know how to take that. I just found this cartoon and it is pissing me off even more. What the heck are they talking about? WHAT ARE THEY GETTING? DO WOMEN THINK THEY ARE LIKE THIS? If they are, I hate all these women.

That's not to say that I didn't dislike Charles, because I did. What a weak, naive little man. It's unbelievable to create a character so lost in love - even the politest of men would have suspected the lack of Emma's devotion (I find it hard to believe that she would have even tried to hide it in the slightest).

And poor Berthe! With no real love from either of her parents, or even the maid, who looked after her. What selfish parents to neglect their daughter this way. What the heck. I am seriously getting angry just thinking of this crap parenting.

Who am I even supposed to like at all in this book? Is the point to say that all humans are awful? Sadly though, I don't even think Flaubert was making that point...he rather spent five years writing a soap opera without any real meaning. So, I CAN'T EVEN RESPECT FLAUBERT.
I guess the only person I find I can even accept or respect at all is Rodolphe. At least he was honest and self-indulgent in a normal way.

I will admit though that I felt a little bit of sympathy when she died...but I don't know for whom. Maybe it just creeped me out that she had a black tongue and black liquid was pouring out of her mouth or something. Gross. Honestly I was pretty much cheering when she finally died, but afterwards there was a little bit of soft feelings in there for a brief moment. That was replaced rather quickly however, once the story started carrying on again to Charles' grief. I suppose it's not practical to be angry at a whore wife once she's dead, even if you've uncovered her secrets, but I really just wanted him to get angry and stop being screwed over by this woman constantly (even beyond the grave). Professor Higgins of My Fair Lady would NOT have approved of this man.

Oh my god I don't even understand. I keep finding all these girly blogs that say "Madame Bovary is in my top fives <3". Seriously what? I hate you.
GAHHHHH. Ok. So no more reading about women for a while.