When superficial women annoy you…
When their caprice needs to shatter…
When society expects you to be nice…
When they all want you to be proper…
When you are sick of civilities…
And of conceit and pretensions…
When you need to slice their standards…
with words pinging with sugar…
When you need to show them a mirror…
When you see their vanity get hurt…
By no design of your own…
And take pleasure in inconsistencies…
And laugh at their follies…
And deal with Misses Bingleys…
and Steele’s and Crawfords…
and enjoy their futile chases
of Darcys, Edmunds and Edwards…
You need a dose of Elizabeth Bennet again!
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Oh my dear sweet love, Miss Austen. What would I have done with out you and your beautiful creation that is this woman. I wait for the time in heavens, when I get to kiss your hands.
