Blog #21: Hamlet Act 1 Social Media Post

As Hamlet:

In the words of Marcellus, "Something is rotten in the state of Denmark," alright (1.2.90). In fact, "rotten" is but a mere understatement to the reprehensible, deplorable, abominable actions of my mother. How dare she go and wed my father's brother, practically as his grave was being dug. Instead of him turning over in his grave, I witnessed the ghost of the poor fellow. Initially in awe, I now assume he was probably coming to see if the monstrosity of new monarchs was in fact true. for heaven's sake, "The funeral bak'd meats/Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables," (1.2.180). Not only is the union incestuous, but also suspicious. I mean, I find it to be quite odd that my mother could move past the grieving process of her beloved husband and my uncle his dear brother, so soon. Honestly, it wouldn't surprise me if they played a role in his death, just so they could be together, *gag*. As for Claudius taking my father's throne I prefer to think of it as, "Hyperion to a satyr," (1.2.140). I realize that may seem a bit harsh, comparing the new King as downgrading to a half man half beast from the great Titan Hyperion, but my my uncle's actions so soon after my father's death were harsh.

On top of everything, my mother comes to me and says, "Hamlet: I pray thee, stay with us; go not to Wittenberg," (1.2.118-119). Despite my anger towards her, I decided--being the great son that I am-- to grant her wish and remain in Denmark. I mean, sure I wanted to continue my education with my comrades, but I wouldn't want to upset mother, or lead her to believe I disapprove of her marital status. And, as if my current situation couldn't become any worse, my mistress Ophelia has been forbidden to see me. Oh God, why?! I heard through the grape vine that her father, Polonious, has said, "I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth,/ Have you so slander any moment leisure, As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet," (1.2.133-135). And apparently Ophelia agreed to this! My father has passed, my deranged uncle has betrothed my mother--who has asked me not to return to Wittenberg-- and my Ophelia is no longer allowed to see me. I'd debate whether my life is worth living anymore, but I cannot face eternal judgment.

Tweets:

*sniffs* something sure smells rotten in the state of Denmark...Oh wait, it's just the funeral bak'd meats at the wedding #JustKidding #They'reStillFresh

My father= Hperion

My stepfather= satyr

#SorryNotSorry #truth #MyDadRules

Ugh mom's begging me to stay home and not go back to Wittenberg #WhateverYouSayMom #MommasBoy

 Polonious is like Ariel's dad in "The Little Mermaid" because he's forbidding Ophelia from seeing me... #OverProtectiveDadProbz #MyLife

Not trying to be bitter, but we might as well cut costs for the wedding by serving the bak'd meats from father's funeral #YeahIJustWentThere #Salty #Realist #PennyPincher