I’m not going to claim R&J is my least favorite Shakespeare play, because let’s be honest, I haven’t actually read every single one. But GOD do I dislike just about everything it is and has come to represent. Except Mercutio, who seems to have wandered in from some other, better play and copes with his literary displacement with copious amounts of snark, alcohol, and accidental death.
I feel about R+J the way I feel about Twilight. I don’t actually dislike either story. In fact, I quite enjoyed both of them. What gives me the screaming heebie-jeebies is that way people idealize the relationships in them. GUYS. SERIOUSLY. THIS IS NOT HOW YOU WANT YOUR LIFE TO BE.
These posts give me hope.
When I first read it (before I was in double digits), I seriously believed it was intended to be satire. Years later, after high school, after multiple read-alouds, after seeing how most people seem to interpret that play, I found myself terribly confused about both the play and the rest of humanity.
(Source: dutchster, via astheshadowslovethecastle)