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Tess Dixon's avatar

I really enjoyed this essay, with the disclaimer that I know next to nothing about Winehouse. I became a Taylor Swift fan when my kids kept constantly asking to listen to her music, which I found I liked—not just for its catchiness, but for its ability to declare to even my jaded 40yo heart that vulnerability and softness do have a place in the modern woman's story. Even when vacillating between the aching hurt in songs like "All Too Well" and the sort of "put your big girl pants and get on with it" battle cry of songs like "Shake It Off," it definitely feels like a truer and fuller picture than what I grew up with. We contain multitudes, etc. etc.

I really related to this part, because it sounds like a description of my depressed, last-girl-at-the-bar 20s: "Over time my own authentic responses became harder and harder to discern, disappearing like underused muscles." I needed those stories of (maybe not passive) acceptance, and of observing quietly and analyzing what's on offer, though. My desperation to cling to *any* little crumb of attention from a man and make too much of it and ignore their actions while making all kinds of assumptions about how they must really "feel" was pitiful, and I wasted too much time on wishy-washy dudes.

It's funny, a big part of me learning how to articulate what I wanted and start setting and keeping boundaries came from watching Sense and Sensibility over and over—the story doesn't judge or condemn either sister, but it does mark wasted time and energy. And I came to see how I personally needed to be a little more Eleanor and a lot less Marianne in how I was going about things. And I also noticed that when reading P&P as a teenager, I thought Charlotte Lucas was nuts. My view softened as I got older and realized she was taking what small amount of agency she had and using it to set herself up in a secure place (even if she had to put up with a ding-dong to get it, he at least was not abusive or anything). And that many women of the time would have only been able to fantasize about such a life. It just helped me see that wild romance is fleeting and is not the only goal in life, which, tbh, was a very important lesson for 20s-me to learn! Haha.

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Lou Tilsley's avatar

I didn’t cry when Amy Winehouse died but I did feel my throat catch when I read this:

“I really, really wanted her to win, to live a long life of success and money and adoration; I thought she deserved it.”

It’s a great essay. I’ve been reflecting recently on how unhealthy my teenage attitude to romance was and I think you have encapsulated here exactly why that was. I think the idea that being desired (and passively accepting) was most important was absolutely prevalent - don’t blame Jane Austen though, I think she had little choice in the matter.

In case you are interested, What She Saw... by Lucinda Rosenfeld is a pretty brutal account of messed up female thinking in this respect, and a really good read. I hadn’t thought about Amy Winehouse giving the opposite perspective before but it’s a reading I like. Thank you.

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