I've been obsessed with the story of Joan of Arc since I was little. This is me just getting the idea out of my head with a point and shoot at the dinner table. I might continue the theme on a bigger scale. I mean, who doesn't love a female hero?
Carl Theodor Dreyer made this totally startling silent movie about her called The Passion of Joan of Arc that so totally affected me (the close ups!) that I'm seeing aspects of Joan in every woman I meet lately.
It sucks for my friends because meals with me this winter have been riddled with a lot of "Here, hold this twig! Now pretend God's forsaken you." Sometimes I take their dessert and calmly explain that real martyrs don't get pudding.
I have been told I'm not allowed to do that anymore.