Pathetic Fallacy

On a dark and stormy night, I died.  I should have expected as much, what with the dark and stormy night and all.

College taught me one term of literature that will stick with me throughout my life: the pathetic fallacy.

Some of you might know this already.  I didn’t know it, so I’ll share it here in case there are some, like me, who went many years without knowing it.  The pathetic fallacy is a rhetorical device used in literature, when the author uses the weather to set the mood for his or her work, as a foreshadowing of things to come.  For example, the way I started this post: the phrase “dark and stormy night,” prepares us for the upcoming bad news that “I died.”  This is, rhetorically speaking, a fallacy, because the weather doesn’t really care what happens to me in my life, yet I have made it mirror—or match—the ominous occurrences in the story.  {The “pathetic” part means that the weather is symPATHETIC to the situation in the story.}  Hence, pathetic fallacy.

Clear as clouds?  {Hey, I never professed to be a good teacher.  You don’t like it here, go get your own English degree.}

This is the part where I subscribe to every rhetorical fallacy I just pointed out to you: The weather hates me.

I know, I know, I just went on about how lovely it’s been up here lately, and how happy I am that it has warmed up, but now {cue whiny voice} it’s so windy!  Have you ever lived in a windy place?  I have.  And let me tell you, it blows (ho, ho!).  The wind can transform a lovely walk down the street into a desperate search for shelter—I have, on more than one occasion, pounded on a stranger’s door screaming, “Sanctuary!” {Not my proudest moment, obviously.}  The wind can ruin a perfectly lovely picnic in the park.  Excessive wind can, and has, broken many a kite string, leaving Poor Kyle and me staring forlornly into the sky as our afternoon of fun slowly minimised into a tiny spec, and finally, disappeared altogether.

Don’t get me wrong—I like a nice calm breeze as much as the next girl.  In fact, I’m a huge fan of a gentle breeze (especially gentle sea breezes), but here in Southern Alberta, the winds are nothing close to gentle.  They’re more like tornadoes.  Or torpedoes.  Or both.

The wind makes it impossible to enjoy springtime weather, and even more impossible to photograph the first signs of the season:

Fuzzy Sign of LifeI wanted to show you how beautiful our trees are, but I just couldn’t get the camera to focus on the tiny new buds.

Fuzzy Sign of Spring 2Even when I held the twig steady with my bare hands, the results were sorry. Blasted wind.

Fuzzy Signs of Spring 3This would have been an amazing shot if the wind hadn’t made me blow it. {Those white spots in the background may or may not be our Christmas lights still up from December…  But I’m not saying a word.}

Wind-blown HairAnd, of course, there’s no point fixing my hair fancy if the wind is just going to destroy it (which it does).  I did it anyway, but you can’t tell.

Wind-blown Hair 2See?  No use.

I got fed up with the wind and gave up trying to capture signs of life, but by that point, I really wanted to show you all how my hair looked today.  So, I went inside to take better pictures.  But…ummm…actually, that didn’t really help.  Instead, I just captured signs of poor photography:

Signs of Poor Photography 1Here’s my face.  I was trying to get a shot of my hair.

Signs of Poor Photography 2I tried a different angle, but that just made things worse.  {By the way, see our turquoise mirror?  [Who am I kidding, of course you see it—it’s impossible to miss.]  What should I do about it?}

Signs of Poor PhotographyAt yet another different angle, my hair suddenly became the exact colour of brass.

Signs of Poor Photography 3Okay, I’m getting closer…

Signs of Poor Photography 4And that, my friends…that’s as good as it got.  How many Camilles do you count?

On second thought, maybe the wind doesn’t hate me, and maybe it isn’t the culprit for all my blurry pictures. Looks like I can screw them up all by myself.  Either way, it blows. Happy Monday!

About Camille

I'm Camille. I have a butt-chin. I live in Canada. I was born in Arizona. I like Diet Dr. Pepper. Hello. You can find me on Twitter @archiveslives, Facebook at facebook.com/archivesofourlives, instagram at ArchivesLives, and elsewhere.
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22 Responses to Pathetic Fallacy

  1. Bah! I loved this!
    I Learned something new.
    I saw your cute hair and your amazing turqoise mirror!
    All in All a very satisfying post.
    Well Done.

  2. Niki says:

    Is it Monday for you already? It’s still Sunday over here. Is there a major time difference or are you just anticipating that no one will read this until tomorrow?

  3. Christal says:

    great post as usual you are awesome and your hair looked great today but it always looks good. Hope you have a great week!!!

  4. Chloe says:

    Happy Monday!
    Your hair is PERFECT!! I envy you!! Ha, ha! You are lucky! your hair is soo beautiful!
    I hope the weather changes, and it stop being so windy!
    Hope you have a good week!

  5. Lauren W says:

    I’ve always loved the wind. I mean, not the being out in it, and not the making pictures impossible part, and not the killing my hair part… Ok, so maybe what I meant to say is, I’ve always loved the sound of wind.
    I hope you have a lovely Monday :)

  6. Chloe says:

    Oh, by the way, did you know that “fallacy” (falacia) in Spanish means “lie or fraud”? I was a little suprised when you used this word in this post, like a rhetoric device. :) In Spanish, we don’t have such device. I learn something new everyday!

  7. Deemarie says:

    Your hair is BEAUTIFUL!!!
    It’s cold and rainy here today. And even though it doesn’t look too windy, I didn’t do anything with my hair. It’ll look horrible as soon as I walk outside.

    No clue as to what to do with the mirror. :)

  8. Mikelle says:

    I hear you on the wind. It’s terrible here in the spring (and at various other times during the year). Who cares if the temperature is rising, when the wind makes it feel freezing?

  9. Maureen says:

    Huh. I have an English degree and didn’t know what a pathetic fallacy was. Or maybe I did and and suppressed that memory.

    And I definitely know about the wind. I’ve lived in many windy places. My favorite was definitely Vegas when not only was it windy, but little tiny pieces of rocks blew into my face. That was fun.

  10. Shalynna says:

    I’ve always wanted lush curls like yours. Did you use a curling? My hair is stick straight and even if I try to use a curling iron the curls/waves stay for maybe two hours.

    Wind can be so annoying, especially when it sticks to your lipstick!

  11. Geneva says:

    I had no idea what pathetic fallacy was. Thanks for the lesson!

    Wind sucks. Flagstaff would be sunny and seventy, but the wind would drop it to fifty and make your face peel off. I’m so sorry you have to endure it.

    I LOVE the turquoise mirror. But I like ugly things so you shouldn’t trust my sense of style. I’d add rivets to the edge or maybe one inch mirrors.

  12. anna says:

    We’ve seen a lot of windy days here too in the last month or two. It’s weird. I can’t stand the wind, so I’m glad it’s abnormal.

  13. DeAnna says:

    Wind sucks. Up here when it blows, it blows clouds away or brings in some to cover beautiful blue sky. Wind is just nasty! I didn’t realize how windy it really was down your way until I was down there last month and it was very breezy. I commented on the breeziness and my cousin looked at me like There’s wind today?? I miss that I was once used to the gale force winds that seem neverending. Well sort of miss that. Good luck finding a wind friendly hairstyle for Spring.

  14. raygon says:

    I too hate the hair. But I would love it if I had a windmill in my backyard powering my house.

    Love your hair.

  15. Jami says:

    Wind does suck! The weather is already getting hot here, but a couple of weeks ago it was wonderful. However, I love keeping my windows opened…BUT it was so dang windy that is blew all this dust in my house. But I don’t care b/c I didn’t want to turn on my AC yet!
    Also, I love your hair.

  16. Holly Decker says:

    i have always wanted to have lovely wind-tossed hair… andyou, my friend, have mastered it.

    ps. i just woke up from a nap, and from a dream with YOU in it! you and i were meeting up to eat at sweet cakes (in mesa- ever been there?) and appearantly we both loved IM chatting in this dream because we kept chatting on IM. anyways, just fyi… i not only dream about Sarah Palin, but now- YOU!

  17. Hannah says:

    I never knew that! thanks for the lesson. I also hate the wind! It’s not windy in July is it? That’s when we are going to Canada. But to Magrath, if thats how you spell it. Is that close to southern Alberta?

  18. jethro says:

    My most definable memory of Southern Alberta wind, is driving a small car, a ’75 Datsun, on the highway to Cardston, and having to steer against the wind, trying to push the poor little car off the road. That was the year Mt. St. Helen blew it’s top, we were riding horses around Mountainview, and then the whole sky went dark with ash. Couldn’t see the horse’s a$$ in front of me. I guess the wind, in that case, had some advantage to it, cause the air cleared by the time we got the horses back to the farm.

    You’re right, that wind blows. Chunk.

  19. Shelley says:

    Camille I always love your hair! You have the kind of hair that looks good destroyed by the wind! Yes, I’m a little jealous. I did my hair yesterday – why, I’m not sure – and was cursing the wind every time I went outside! I usually look at how hard the trees are blowing when I do the hair – guess that’s why I’m mostly sporting a ponytail. That’s a long comment on hair.
    Glad I found your blog!

  20. anonymous says:

    cay-ute hair!!

  21. Anonymous says:

    A perfect Monday post…

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