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What it means to be a “gentleman,” and why a mom should care

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At the last staff meeting of the school year, one of the retiring teachers was given a moving tribute by his longtime aide.  Among other things, she called him a “gentleman.”

I heard that word and my writer-mind began to spin.  What exactly is a gentleman?

I know what it used to mean.  In Jane Austen’s time,  it meant being a member of the land-owning gentry.  A gentleman didn’t have to hold a job because he could live off of the rents paid on his estate.  Obviously, times and definitions have changed.  I know in my bones what it means when someone calls someone a “gentleman” — but have I ever tried to explain it in words?  Could I explain it in words?  The challenge was irresistible.

So here, in bullet point format, is my best attempt to unpack the word “gentleman.”  See if you agree.

* It’s fair to say that a gentleman has a code of ethics.  Gentlemen don’t make shady real estate deals or bilk senior citizens out of their life savings.  They don’t cheat their way to the top or step out on their wives with exotic dancers named Phantasye.  They’re honest and trustworthy.  (That’s one of the reasons we all like them.)

*A gentleman is usually courteous.    He’s not likely to give you the finger when you are, in his estimation, going too slow on the freeway.

* We can probably all agree that a gentleman treats women well.  I don’t want this to turn into a “should men pay for dinner” or “should men open the doors for ladies” debate (although I will add that my husband exhibited both behaviors on our first date, which made him rocket even higher in my estimation).  But one thing I’ve come to realize is that seeing women as intellectual equals and acting in a chivalrous manner are not mutually exclusive.  I think modern gentlemen are able to do both.   And, even more importantly, real gentlemen care about women having freedom and the chance to be self-actualized.  This isn’t just lip service; they really believe it.

*Most gentlemen are also, at their core, gentle.  ”Quiet strength” seems to go with the territory.  You just don’t find gentlemen flying off the handle or exploding into Stanley Kowalski-like brawls, slugging their pregnant wives.

*A gentleman sees the innate human dignity of others, all others.  Remember in Pride and Prejudice, when Elizabeth goes to Darcy’s home and hears from the housekeeper about how well he treats all the workers on his estate?  Previously, she had accused him of not being a gentleman, but a testimony like that goes a long way towards altering her initial opinion.  You can be fairly certain you’re on a date with a gentleman when he is genuinely and unostentatiously kind to the guy who comes  and refills the water glasses.

Looking back over my list, it seems like a pretty daunting description.  Is all this just too much to ask?  I’d say yes, except that I happen to have known a fair number of guys throughout my life who actually have all of these qualities, and who display them most of the time (nobody’s perfect).  I hope that twenty years from now, the same will be said of my own little boys, too.  Keeping that end goal in mind is useful when handling the day-to-day decision points of parenting.

And as I wrote this blog post, I had a fascinating realization.  My faith — the one I was raised in, and which I’ve chosen again for myself as an adult — encourages all of the above behaviors.  It seems that if you live a life geared towards aligning yourself with God and loving others, you may find yourself being a gentleman without even thinking about it.  That indeed is good news.

So what would you add to my list?  Are there gentlemen that you know and love in real life?  In fiction?

Illustration by C.E. Brock for Jane Austen’s Mansfield Park

It’s a wonderful Jane

So today is the birthday of Jane Austen.  I didn’t know this until I heard it mentioned on the classical radio station I sometimes listen to on my commute.  As an English teacher and a serious Janeite, I felt a bit sheepish that such an anniversary almost passed unnoticed on this blog.   I resolved, as I turned my car into the school parking lot, that I would celebrate Jane in a little blog post.

I also started to think about what the world would be like now if Mrs. Austen had not given birth to that baby girl in December of 1775.   (How very “It’s a A Wonderful Life” of me, no?)  And I have to say, I was as displeased with the thought as George Bailey was when he discovered his wife as a sad, lonely librarian and met with surly, mean old Nick behind the bar.  A world without  Jane?  What would it be like?

For one thing, there would be no beloved characters like Emma or Elizabeth Bennet.  And a world without Mr. Darcy?  Can you imagine?  Who would legions of young women swoon over?

We’d also lack some fabulous plots, twisty and turny and full of surprises.   Every time I read an Austen book, even though I know how it turns out in the end, I’m always amazed by the delightfully labyrinthian route that Jane takes to get us there.

Without Jane, the world would lack some fabulous whip-smart dialogue.  I love how the people in Austen novels express themselves with such delicacy, grace, and pithiness.  It makes me feel like some big ungainly verbal bear in comparison.

We’d be missing out on lots of fantastic movie adaptations, namely this and this. And we wouldn’t have Colin Firth smiling like this. (That look on his face as she plays … hear my heart go kaboom. )

But most of all, we wouldn’t have six fabulous novels to affirm that intelligent, authentic, kind women really do win in the end.    I can’t tell you how much comfort that thought has given me over the years, particularly when I was single.

And so I wish a very happy birthday to Miss Jane Austen.  Thank you for making life just that much more wonderful.

Under the weather

Oof.  Husband has a fever, I’m feeling sick, and youngest son is coughing.  We’re in fine shape around here.

This calls for a little Jane.

Illustration by C.E. Brock for Mansfield Park.  Find this pretty picture (and many others) at Molland’s.

It’s been one of those days

I need me a little Jane Austen.

Ah.  Better now.

(Illustration by C. E. Brock for Pride and Prejudice, courtesy of Mollands. If you’d like to read an article I wrote a few years ago about Austen’s perennial appeal, click here.)

And the Oscar for most romantic scene goes to …

So last Sunday, I was watching the second installment of Emma on Masterpiece Theatre.  And oh, it got to the ball scene, where Emma and Knightley are dancing — and falling in love without even being aware of it themselves — and man oh man, it was the most romantic thing I have seen in years.  The smiles, the glances, the little movements as they wove their way through those intricate Regency dance moves — I swear, it made me feel butterflies on their behalf. “Honey, do you remember when we were newly in love like that?”  I asked my husband, who was sitting a few feet away in our toy-strewn living room, working on his laptop.   He looked up briefly and smiled.  Yes, we do remember, even though that part of our history lies beneath nine years and many layers of accumulated experiences.  Every now and then, we can still tap into that giddy feeling: like, say, when a movie scene reminds you of how much you love your own Mr. Knightley.  Zowie.

And it got me wondering: what do you think is the most romantic movie scene ever  (or one of the most romantic scenes ever, if it’s too hard to choose)?   Is there a movie that makes you get all giddy and smiley and weak in the knees? Comment away!  I can’t wait to read your thoughts!

Set your VCRs (or, you know, that Tivo thingy)

This Sunday — oh, I’m so happy! — Masterpiece Theatre will be broadcasting the first episode of Emma, the latest adaptation of Jane Austen’s fabulously fabulous book.  It starts Romola Garai (who was so good in Daniel Deronda)  as the title character, and judging from the previews, it looks delightful.  I suspect it will be a keeper.

So I will get my husband to set the VCR, because after ten years with this machine I still don’t know how to do it myself (I know that the world at large has moved on to better things like Tivo, but we are afraid to get it because we fear our TV watching will increase exponentially.  Okay, I’m afraid that our TV watching will increase exponentially.)  And you know,  I think our trusty little VCR gets really happy when he/she gets to record a Jane Austen adaptation.   Okay maybe I’m projecting a bit.  But there is something about Jane that never gets old.  Maybe we are just all starved for courtship, romance, politeness, civility, and men in waistcoats.

Happy viewing!

Illustration of Emma by C.E. Brock.  Courtesy of Solitary Elegance.

What we watch when we watch alone

Last Saturday, the boys spent the afternoon and evening at my parents’  house.  Scott and I went back home for a few relaxing hours before heading out to a tapas bar.  It was strange sensation to be back at home without hearing four little feet running over hardwood floors.  Scott celebrated the silence by taking a nap; I pulled out some mending, savoring the fact that I could leave a pincushion of needles on the coffee table and not worry about a toddler impaling himself.  It felt odd and quiet and, to be honest, very nice.

And do you know when it really hit me that I had a few hours to myself?   When I went to the DVD player and took out this:

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and put in this:

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Why the laundry is not yet folded

Because sometimes, it is WAY more important to change the background of your computer screen from this:

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to this:

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Illustrations by C. E. Brock for Emma and Mansfield Park, respectively. Visit www.mollands.net to see these, and many many more.   But I warn you: a visit there won’t do your laundry baskets any favors, either. 

P.S.  Four more days to enter the giveaway  …


Pretty [random] picture of the day

More Jane Austen.

Why?  Because I can.

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Illustration by C. E. Brock for Mansfield Park.  Image courtesy of the good rabid Janeites over at Molland’s. Check them out sometime.

Does this make my husband Mr. Darcy?

So you know what I did yesterday, while the boys napped?

I discovered that I am Elizabeth Bennet.

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I’ d always suspected that I was, but now I know for sure.   Right on.

At any rate, this online quiz is waaaaaay more fun than doing laundry.

(Hat tip to Marina for bringing this quiz to my oh-so-grateful attention).