'Sense and Sensibility'

Let me tell you something about Jane Austen: there is no greater con game being played on the female population of the world than the falacy that Austen is even a halfway decent writer — an idea that is not foreign to anyone who has picked up any of the woman’s work and actually read it without getting caught up in the romance and provincial mindset of the middle- and upper-class of 19th century England.

(Take note: the previous paragraph was one sentence nailed together with enough punctuation to sink the Titanic — that’s basically all she did. It’s called a period, Miss Austen!)

Austen is a liability on popular culture. For one, she’s not that great and everyone thinks she’s great, especially women and girls who don’t know any better. For one her characters are awful, her plotlines are straight out of Shakespeare, but twisted to fit some irregular and illogical set of circumstances that Austen makes in her head.

Plus, Austen single-handedly laid the groundwork for any and “Bridget Jones’ Diary” schlock and that’s criminal.