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The journey from Independence to the ratification of the Constitution was not a simple one. After breaking from Britain, the 13 colonies originally created the Articles of Confederation, which created a very weak central government and made regulation and participation among the states almost impossible. This is when James Madison proposed the Virginia Plan and the Continental Congress split their support (Federalists for the Virginia Plan; Anti-Federalists in support of the opposing New Jersey Plan). The Connecticut Compromise, also known as The Great Compromise, would eventually gain enough traction to allow for the Constitution’s ratification in 1788.
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On Gone Girl & Emotional Neglect
Gone Girl is a story of a woman who has been used, first by her parents for financial gain and fame, and then by her husband Nick to keep his dreams afloat. Amy was once a woman who went to Harvard, had a semi-successful career, but she has fallen to the wayside for the wellbeing of others. She has never complained that her parents used her likeness and Nick has never asked how they should spend her money. Nick’s mother gets sick and they move to Missouri, away from the only home Amy has ever known in New York, and has to adjust, all without his asking if they should move or spend her money to buy a large new house. This seems to be when more and more responsibility is placed on Amy to support her and Nick’s lifestyle as well as Nick himself, with little or no attention paid to her emotional wellbeing. Nick has the bar, his young girlfriend, a teaching job, his sister, and the love of his community. Amy doesn’t even have Nick. He has no idea what she does all day or who she hangs out with and hasn’t noticed for over a year, only beginning to let his mind wander when he is questioned by the police when she goes missing. It is David Fincher (and/or Gillian Flynn) that shape the narrative to slowly reveal these details and shift your opinions on Amy’s revenge and Nick’s neglect. Amy structures her disappearance to destroy the very thing that people loved about her— being able to rely on her. Her plot to frame Nick is not just an attack on him, but on her parents who she continued to give back to even when they had already taken her privacy and her name. Amy feels that she has nothing left of herself and has no outlet, professional or personal, to express this and seeks to make Nick feel just as hopeless and unheard by framing him for a crime he didn’t commit. Her violent and manipulative behavior has been molded by a life full of emotional manipulation, causing her persona of the perfect woman to tear away at her sense of right and wrong. This evolves into a scale weighted unevenly by her trauma and causing her to take on medieval measures and drastic concepts of an eye for an eye revenge.
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natural light - #escapril 9
I’m a bad sunflower.
Growing hunched and paler
in hue,
I lean ever further
from the door.
Will my stem rot
if I decide
I like it better,
prefer the soft blue moon
and a ground that wraps always?
Here,
where there are no salts
or burns
or bugs gnawing
at my roots.
Untouched,
will my petals fall
or will I bloom?
submerged in water - #escapril 12
I love the ruby walls.
Bright flashes
and another glitter
with the turn of my wrist
slash through
the dark sea.
It is this cave I dive into
when I am unsure of memory.
I gather the rocks
and roll them in oil
brush my hair across every inch
buffing my nails
before the edges clear.
Unsure of my blood
or my breath
and which is flowing
faster.
To scrub it clear
to make it shine
you must break too.
pink, like your brain - #escapril 14
Tightly spun sugar
Hollow netting
Dissolving at the first sign of warmth
A temperament of
fleeting
Every taste of
Your thoughts
A cavity budding
but turning sour on
The swallow
Overthought and
Processed
Addictive additives
You could never get
from the stem
Why can’t you breathe
From your roots?
the city - #escapril 13
I find it hard to say what I want
Without slicing you up
into sandy dunes
And taking you
in small sips
With the tide
I know your wind
And your rain
Some small bit of road
Where reason
Wears thin
And the sea
Becomes sky
A place after dusk
Before dawn
Where people gather
In semicircles
And make their hands sticky
With sleep
A cluster of grey columns
Trapping stardust
And telling stars
Where to fly
heaven/hell - #escapril 11
Devil’s advocate
or just the devil?
Its hard to tell
when your hips say
the truth is subjective,
when your eyes burn through clouds
to heaven.
Dressed in baby blue
prom date
80s villain
you’re all powder
and smoke.
A phantom of my
greatest fears
made warm to the touch
and dangerous enough
to kiss.