Love for The General Prologue

As much as I hated Beowulf as a character, I love The Canterbury Tales. The prologue was my favorite part because the descriptions of the characters made me laugh. Let's start with the Knight. Okay, he didn't remind me of any one in particular, but I loved him. The fact that he can be as noble as he is described and dress casually makes me love him. He is humble and a guy I think I would get along with. We can hang out in sweatpants and t-shirts anytime, basking in each others awesomeness; we just won't bring it up or talk about it. I thought his son, the Squire was pretty funny. He reminds me of an animal that puffs out its chest to make it look better. Actually, he reminds me of this bird.All he wants is to look good for other people, much like this bird trying to impress the lady Red Frigates.
The Prioress seems like a phony to me. She acts like this delicate flower that cares for all lives, but in reality, she cares about animal lives more than human lives, and her high class manners makes me think she comes from money and is not so happy to be a prioress. In drastic contrast to the Prioress and her delicate manners is the Wife of Bath. Although she is promiscuous, at least she is honest about it, and I can respect honesty. She reminds me of Blanche from my favorite show, The Golden Girls. With her experience with men, she is much like Blanche, a true expert in men. She is also personable and fun like Blanche. All in all, the Wife of Bath is Blanche Devereaux.
The biggest connection I made was the Summoner to one of my favorite childhood characters. With the description of acne, diseased skin, scabby brows, shouting when he spoke, children fearing him, eating onions, garlic, and leeks, and was a troublemaker, I immediately thought of the Grinch. With his gross skin, loud voice, the fear he tries to instill in Cindy Lou Who, his onion eating in the beginning of the live action movie, and his constant wish to create trouble for the Whos, the Summoner is essentially the Grinch's twin. See the resemblance?
I loved the comparisons I could make in the prologue of The Canterbury Tales. It was fun to relate the characters to examples from today. I had a lot more fun with this than with cocky ol' Beowulf.

Beowulf is not my favorite

My, how far behind am I? It feels like a lifetime since I have even thought of Beowulf. Well, I have my blog up and running, so let's talk about Beowulf, the man, the myth, the...hero? Maybe, but I don't like him or respect him all that much. I couldn't help but think of Beowulf as a little cocky. Yes, his strength is astounding and his heroic feats are impressive, but the way he presents himself makes me hate him, and I could never come around to Beowulf as a character. I also hated the fact that Beowulf had to fight with his hands. It was so frustrating that weapons would do him no good, and only his strength would prevail. As if his head was not big enough already, he has to have the knowledge that he is stronger and better than all weapons he may come to face. Come on. I hate it. I wish he could be a little more human and a little less god-like. I think it just frustrates me because he reminds me of every popular, arrogant, conceded person I have ever met. They think they are invincible and above all others, as if they are more important and valuable because of their strength or skill in certain areas. Beowulf is exactly the same. He thinks he is above all others because of his strength and believes he is invincible and the guess what....BAM! he is killed by a dragon. Well look at that. Now his people have no leader, and he is no longer the invincible epitome of strength. Well, good. That is what you get for a lifetime of arrogance. I feel like I may have just vented a little. I'm sorry. That has been resting with me for a while. Beowulf is just not my favorite.