Are You "Good For Nothing"? Here's Why!

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In 1849, it was written in the Polite Manual for Young Ladies:

Novel-reading strengthens the passions, weakens the virtue, and diminishes the power of self-control. Multitudes may date their ruin from the commencement of this kind of reading; and many more, who have been rescued from the snare, will regret, to the end of their days, its influence on the early formation of their character. It is, too, a great waste of time. . .If you wish to become weak-headed, nervous, and good for nothing, read novels."

Words from almost 170 years ago. Other than loving the use of the ellipsis, I can't agree with much they said.

Jill

Comments

well it kind of depends on the novel

Teresa L.'s picture

Dont you think? i would agree for say romance novels, for that is ALL they are about, inflaming the passions, etc. other types not so much.

Teresa L.

Good for Nothing

Yep, I must be good for nothing, with the amount I read probably totally worthless by now.

Hugs
Francesca

- Formerly Turnabout Girl

As usual

I, find myself agreeing with you,Jill!

Hugs, Cheryl

If novels are marijuana...

laika's picture

...comic books are HEROIN!! And gay heroin at that!!! A surefire destroyer of youth...
At least according to cold war era anti-comics crusader Frederich Wertham's
fear-mongering classic SEDUCTION OF THE INNOCENT:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seduction_of_the_Innocent
~hugs, Veronica

.
"Government will only recognize 2 genders, male + female,
as assigned at birth-" (In his own words:)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C1lugbpMKDU

hmmm

Alecia Snowfall's picture

hmmm. I must really be beyond all hope. I watch anime. in subtitles.

quidquid sum ego, et omnia mea semper; Ego me.
alecia Snowfall

I wonder....

I wonder how reading stories here on BCTS would rate. Given the nature of these stories, it would most likely be rated (then!) as worst evil they could think of.

Fortunately they would have been and they certainly are wrong!

Anne Margarete

Cajun Literary Criticism.....

Andrea Lena's picture

Fick-SHAWN?

Pah-SHAWN?

No-vel-ih-Zay-SHAWN!

No Moh-der-Ay-SHAWN?

Mal-for-May-SHAWN!

Cah-sti-Gay-SHAWN!

Mais, J'mais!

Feh-meh-ni-Zay-SHAWN?

Ah-pree-she-Ay-SHAWN!

'n Grah-ti-fi-Cay-SHAWN

  

To be alive is to be vulnerable. Madeleine L'Engle
Love, Andrea Lena

My Bosom Heaved

joannebarbarella's picture

With the raw primal emotion generated by his passionate advances. As his lips pressed to mine and my breasts were crushed against him all sensibility left my mind and I became quivering putty in his hands.

Of course, I never recovered. Girls like us do not have the intestinal fortitude to resist the power of the erotic written word.

Heaving bosoms and the Romance Writers phrase book

persephone's picture

There's actually a book to help you cherry pick all your favourite phrases of suggestive innuendo useful for corrupting innocent youth.
(The Romance Writers phrase book - ISBN 0-399-51002-8)

Although the only heaving my bosom does is when I've pushed myself too hard on a run. :)

Persephone

Non sum qualis eram

My grandfather ...

... who was born around 1860 and died in 1945 when I was 5, only read one novel in his life, or so my father (his youngest child) told me. He found it so absorbing and distracting he never read another because it prevented him from working. He was a self employed watch maker/repairer and jeweller right up to time time of his death and had to work to raise the money to pay for my father's operation for osteo TB back in the 1920s and never stopped.

I guess he would have agreed with the sentiments expressed in the Polite Manual for Young Ladies written only a few years before his birth. Me? I couldn't possibly comment :)

Rob

Always thought

Angharad's picture

I was good for something, just haven't worked out quite what it was.

Angharad

I'm good for nothing! Are you

I'm good for nothing! Are you?
Are you good for nothing, too?
Then there's a pair of us — don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.

How dreary to be good for something!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

Apologies to Emily Dickinson.

Kris

{I leave a trail of Kudos as I browse the site. Be careful where you step!}