Blog Post #3: mirrors

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My dad sits at his makeshift desk doing boring actuarial math stuff all day.

Iris reminds me of, well, me.  She’s sarcastic.  She has an annoying little sister three years younger than her.  She gives off scorpio and Slytherin vibes.

Just recently, my sister Tippy and I were fighting.  Just like in the book, it ended with her crying and me just standing there, non-feeling, getting ready to escape if she started getting violent.  My mom was furious at me because even though what led up to this fight wasn’t even close to entirely my fault, she was disappointed in my actions.  I’m the older one, I should be looking after my sister, not bringing her down.  I’m older than her, I should know better.  This is the same with Iris and Laura–at a young age, Iris was resentful of her responsibility to her younger sister.  She even said, “why was it always me who was supposed to be a good sister to Laura, instead of the other way around?” (Atwood 93).

But strangely, the parallel I notice most has to do with Norval Chase.  In the book, Iris said, “We worshipped him, of course.  It was either that or hate him.  He did not invite the more moderate emotions” (Atwood 99).  Without getting to deep in my personal life, I can relate to this on the surface.  I have always been closer with my mother, but like Iris, I feel as though I’m more like my father–stubborn, a little frosty.  Sometimes I feel like I tiptoe around him, not because he’s going to like, freak out or something, I just…I don’t know, I’m constantly trying to impress him.  My mom is the one who showers us with compliments and portrays her emotions always.  If you somehow get my dad to laugh, it’s a win.  They are very different, and I feel like it’s the same in the novel.  I feel like I am not explaining this very well–but if you have this family structure, you would understand what I’m attempting to say.  This quote reminded me so much of my dad: “I’m reading to him from it, to show that I can read…I glance up at my father to see if he’s paying any attention.  Sometimes when you speak to him he doesn’t hear.”