I'm starting to think that Hamlet could have been more successful if - instead of acting all cuckoo for cocoa puffs - he just acted really grateful and sweet.
It would've driven Claudius nuts.
I mean it. I am a woman with so much Catholic guilt it often eeks out my ears.
If I did something naughty like Claudius, Hamlet being kind to me would drive me bonkers. Likely to my own confession.
No sad Horatio at the end and Ophelia in the water.
Lately, my mother has had to deal with a woman who - for much of her adult life - has been nothing but a thorn in her side.
A twisty jabbing awful thorn in your side.
And somehow always opens up on what should be good times.
And my mother... she should be sainted.
She is the very definition of grace and sweetness.
And not only does she win in the end, because grace and sweetness leave only positive karma, but everyone else is left scratching their heads and wishing they could make the comments that they had saved for this very instance.