So, this is my first post, yay! And I’m gonna talk about P.S. I love you. A book (and movie) that made people cry and say love is beautiful. Or… Is it? We all know the story: a woman loses her husband to cancer and gets depressed, and starts receiving letters from her dead husband (previously written, no ghost stories here). Said letters help the widow overcome her grief. So, what’s wrong with that? The book’s main character, Holly, has her life completely dedicated to her husband, Gerry, even after his death. The dead guy guides her choices, telling her to find work, travel, go to parties… Even deciding what she wears! Thus we see the story of a woman entirely dependent on her husband, who only manages to overcome the depression caused by his loss because he helps her to do so. Without Gerry, Holly would have never survived Gerry’s death. While I believe that, on a personal level, each person should live life the way he/she wants, I find this kind of narrative worrying, because it spreads the message that women depend on men and that makes this idea to be seen as normal, maybe even expected. And that is not the reality, is it? Not all womem depend on men, thankfully. And we should not be expected to do so.
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