It has come to my attention that a certain Rob, a.k.a. R.J., is turning TWENTY FIVE years old on Easter Sunday, March the twenty third, 2008. The man of consequence here would like to thank Paul, Debbie, and John for kicking off the joyous B-day today; thank you much. The earnest, yet jovial event will be further celebrated at his parents' house (breakfast oh yea!) and sister's apartment (dinner oh baby!) on Sunday.
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Again in Shakespeare’s work, the women appear to be the strong ones (in “Macbeth”). Lady Macbeth clearly wears the pants in the castle, and even though she appears to be tied to “dark arts” her unwavering strength, when she is not asleep sleepwalking, cannot be matched in the play. Her evil ambitions force Macbeth’s hand when he is too weak to use the dagger (or leave blood on the servants at the scene of the crime). None of the male characters, or other females characters, demons and weird sisters included, come close to having her strength of character. Hers is not a pleasant being, nor a moral one, nor a particularly sane one (her lack of restful slumber clearly unhinges her mind, like Macbeth’s was), but she stands erect in the shaky times of the meek, chaste and often damned days for women, where any backbone, free thought, or free will could be punished and at the worst prove her unholy and one of witchcraft. Shakespeare clearly makes a ghastly depiction of the strong woman as being evil and deserving of a dishonorable death (her suicide) in the play, but looking closely it appears this was to show a grossly exaggerated look into the paranoid times that undervalued and constrained women.
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