For those two lines that shine, I'm willing to ignore all other imperfections and give this movie five stars. Not to mention seeing Ronan's Goddamn idealist appearance, rebellious, vulnerable, lonely, with a messy blond hair, always like a foreign girl with blue eyes who just ran away from home. Years ago, when I read Beauvoir's The Second Sex as a teenager, I wanted to throw away my armor and steer clear of the path of feminism. Because every so-called unfairness listed objectively in it is an annotation of my small town life and my normal life. What you hear the most is always what girls shouldn't do. Girls don't swear, girls don't talk about sex, girls better go to study liberal arts, girls have no stamina when they go to high school, girls don't go to study/study too far from home, girls don't be too ambitious. If not for space constraints, I could go on and on. We often say that the purpose of reading is to be verified in life, yes, I think I verified, and then, should I resist? At that time, I thought so, but I was too weak, I was pretentious and fragile, I had no outstanding ability, I was afraid of being independent, how could I resist, I had too many enemies, I was just an ordinary girl. At that time, I didn't even dare to talk about the books I read. Why would I read this kind of book, could it make my exam ranking rise ten places? Obviously not. I used to think that maybe the best life is to hide in the crowd and live as normal, universal and happy, without having to think about some of my troubles as a girl, such as how to marry well or how to be fuck-you rich . Although I found out later that my biggest enemy is myself, what I have to face and even confront in the end has nothing to do with whether I am a man or a woman, but a problem that I was born to have to overcome. It is their own laziness, superficiality, vanity, easy to give up, short-sighted, forward-looking and backward-looking. I'm not going to suddenly become the best version of myself just because I honestly accept that "I'm a woman and I'm no worse than a man". I believe that men also need to deal with these problems of their own, we all just want to be better "people", not just men, or women, to be talked about separately. However, it has to be said that there is an irresistible environment here. Many times the environment is more tolerant of men's failures and attempts. Women have been prone to living in an environment full of denial and more temptations from a long time ago. Of course it's getting better, thanks to a lot of great true feminists, but it was and probably still is today. This may be why, in 2020, we will still be excited and moved to talk about "Little Women," the story of a group of insignificant women written hundreds of years ago. You will envy some people, real envy, don’t think much, but think about it one step at a time, like playing Super Mario, the screen scene of the next level will appear after passing a level, but you can’t go back to the previous level, of course they I don't even think about what's waiting for me in the next level. Similar to Meg's wish is to marry the man she currently loves, marry well. Even if you say Jo is sharp and think you love Judge, you have to admit that getting married as a life goal is a goal with a high failure rate, whether it is judged emotionally or rationally, because marriage itself is only A state where you can complete your life goals when you reach one-fifth of your life, and then lose the goal for the remaining four-fifths. If I'm going to be a little more sane, this goal is even a counter-example to the SMART principle. Married Meg is not so happy as Jo predicted. In the past, she was beautiful and virtuous, liked to be praised and attracted attention, and had a little bit of innocuous vanity. On Ball, she would rather be called a pseudonym and have fun. She may not be destined to be the heroine at the center of the stage as Jo said, but she was really confined to a marriage where she couldn't buy new clothes and lost her passion. Maybe Jo knew herself better than Meg herself, but Jo knew The future is her. Of course Meg understands herself. She understands the current self. She will not think about marriage in two years. She knows that now she loves and wants to get married, so the happiness now is still real. Happy, it still counts.
So you see, this is the common problem of Jos, using precocious sensibility to predict the unhappiness in advance, and in terms of the urine of life, there is a high probability that they are all right, if Jo plays Super Mario, she will be the first Guan saw the monsters in the next five levels. Like her reason for rejecting Laurie, in layman's terms, I know we're happy together, but I know we won't be happy all the time, and I might lose myself, but I don't allow that to happen because I have More important things to chase. It’s easy to interpret the feminist manifesto because of the heavy labels of women and unmarried, but it doesn’t really need to be prominent, because feminism is only a subset of “born to be human”. This is Jo, a young little woman who has suppressed her passion for writing. She can't empathize and understand her sister's choice of marriage, because this is her, this is the path she chooses, and choice means exclusivity, Means not choosing another path, because she must defend her beliefs about her chosen path. It is often said that everyone has their own way of living and cannot be judged at will, but to me that sounds a little hypocritical because in the end everyone subconsciously maximizes the correctness of their choices. So it's harder for Jo to reconcile with herself, because she can give up love in order to write, it's like scratching off that extra paragraph from scratch paper. She has soul, passion, and ambition, and she is like the lightning of spring when she runs through the streets of New York in winter with her royalties. But this does not mean that she can no longer be lonely, and giving up love does not mean that she is no longer afraid of loneliness, but that her passion for certain things one day overwhelms the rationality and everything else that controls normal appeal. But at the end of the day, as Jo's mom says, Jo is looking for just being loved, not loving others as you would lose yourself, and like all the talented ones who are too self-focused, for the foreseeable future, Jo's Passion is still on her pen and paper, and Bhaer will probably still remember the profile of Jo standing by the fireplace writing a novel until her clothes caught fire.
The thing that touched me the most was that everyone was persuading Jo to keep writing. Everyone more or less knows Jo's passion for writing. Beth, who is short on time, said on the beach, you have to write, even if I'm gone, you have to write (here crying). When she was young, Amy also knew that Jo didn't care about beautiful clothes, she only cared about her novels, so the only way for Amy to hurt Jo was to burn Jo's manuscripts. Jo's mother came upstairs to see Jo, and her first reaction was, I hope I didn't disturb your writing. And Jo later wrote a story that went against his heart, and was criticized and ridiculed by the editor. He wanted to give up but was unwilling. He became sensitive and impulsive, and would break up and leave because of Bhaer's honest criticism. Yes, because she's good, she can't just write this shit. Remember what Joan Didion said? “Failure is never about nothing, it’s about being crammed into the same bed late at night with your own laziness, weakness, broken vows, wasted talent, tossing and turning, and having trouble falling asleep.” So, Jo, you have to write your own story. You have to find your own tone. Even if this story is boring, trivial, not profound, not grand, it's just a little woman's story. There is no era without stories. García Márquez said: "For writers, everything is useful. Even if it is frustration." So the novelists in the literary temple once followed one after another, devoting their lifelong passion to telling stories. In this great and insignificant cause.
Of course, I still feel that from the moment Jo set off to find Bhaer on a rainy night, it was a parallel universe in the book. Finally, maybe everyone in a warm-colored parallel world gathers together to celebrate the publication of Jo's new book. In the cool-toned reality, Jo just watched her book finally being made, and raised the corner of her mouth slightly.
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