I’m starting a new post format—YA books compared to their movie adaptations! Click “Read More” to check out my review of the Divergent film and the book below.
Beatrice is turning sixteen, and she has a difficult choice to make: should she choose to remain with her family in Abnegation, the faction of the selfless and helpful where she has never truly fit in, or join one of the other factions that make up their post-war society, and leave behind her family forever?
She hopes that the aptitude test will tell her where she really belongs, but her results only make things worse. Beatrice is Divergent—she has an equal aptitude for several factions, which is as good as saying she doesn’t really belong in any. Beatrice doesn’t really understand what Divergent means, but she knows one thing for sure.
Divergent is dangerous.
Giannine Bellisario has just turned fourteen; to celebrate, she decides to use the gift certificate her father has given her—even though she knows that his secretary was the one who actually bought it, $50 to spend at the Rasmussem Gaming Center, a virtual reality arcade where Giannine can play a variety of total-immersion games, is nothing to sneeze at.
So I keep thinking about Shae’s line in the show about Tysha and how Tyrion should have known she was a prostitute because “no woman who is almost raped would have sex with a man a few hours later”.
Because I think she brings up a valid point, however, since we know that…
My AP Psych teacher from high school keeps binders and notebooks with dicks drawn on them to use as visual aids for the Freudian unit.
One time she did this life changing little “experiment” where she ever so calmly asked guys why they draw penises on things. They tried to say “it’s just funny” or “you don’t understand” and she just kept saying “you’re right, I don’t understand. Explain to me. You already know what a penis looks like, why do you have to draw it on things? Are you marking it? Are you tagging it? Girls don’t draw vaginas on things.” And the guys suddenly started questioning their motives for everything they do and one guy was like “ms, stop talking about penises, you’re making us uncomfortable.” And she shouted “HOW DO YOU THINK WE FEEL SEEING DICKS DRAWN ON STUFF ALL THE TIME?”