I saw Sense and Sensibility in the theatre with two friends from the company, and they instantly commented how similar I was to its heroine, Marianne Dashwood, played expertly by Kate Winslet. I looked like her, I acted like her, I was young and passionate like she was, and I even had occasion to dress at least a little like her, but usually with a lower waistline.
I didn’t love this comparison.
Now, here we are almost 20 years later, and while reading a review for the recent film Austenland (more on that to come), I came across Oxford Dictionaries’ “Which Jane Austen Character Are You?” quiz (which, to make things even more weirdly coincidental, was posted on my birthday). I had forgotten all about the previous Marianne Dashwood affiliation—it has been 18 years after all—but after answering the questions as honestly as I could, what was my result?
Marianne Dashwood. Of course.
Am I still like that? I suppose, to some degree. I certainly have a big smile and I generally try to be happy. I am passionate, and when I come up with an idea I often want it to happen right away, which, while different from making it actually happen, can come across as impetuousness. The question asking what I thought was my greatest fault had “impetuousness” as one of the answer choices, and while I thought about it, I didn’t choose it as my response (I ultimately went with regret; what does that say about me?). In many ways, I still feel like a teenager, which Marianne is. I don’t know if I still look like Kate Winslet much, as we’ve both changed a little with age—I won’t say better or worse; just changed—but I’d still relish the comparison.
While I think I’d rather have been Elizabeth Bennet—and who wouldn’t—I’m OK with Marianne. There are certainly worse people to be similar to. I’d rather be Marianne Dashwood than, say, any number of the women currently on television (women are getting a particularly bad rap on TV these days, but that’s a discussion for another day). And as they say, if the shoe fits. . . .
While I worry too much about it, it’s always funny to think about how other people see you versus how you view yourself. It was a surprising trip back in time—and not an unpleasant memory—to once again be compared with Miss Marianne Dashwood.