Henry’s Women (Part I in a Series of Really Long Posts)

So.  Henry has found a rebound girl.  

Henry?” My father scrunched his face in confusion when I first referred to my ex by that name in conversation.  Yes, I explained.  I’ve begun calling him Henry in commemoration of Henry VIII, because of the way in which his entire character so unmistakably, strikingly recalls that of the illustrious megalomaniac.  My father continued to scrunch his face as he considered.  Then his face screwed around differently in cynical amusement.  “You’re right.  They both fall passionately in love with someone, and then they want to kill her.”  Indeed, my ex shares everything with the infamous king from his power complex, to his grandiose, yet fragile self concept to his unchecked extravagance to his consecutive appropriation and then disposal of women like worn-out pantyhose with indefatigable efficiency.  Even the portraiture is echoed in the present most eerily, in the same wide-legged, imposing stance of a self proclaimed alpha male that you see in the still-relevant portrayal painted back in the 1500s:  The profile of a bloodthirsty narcissist evidently looks the same now the same as it did 500 years ago.  

Workshop_of_Hans_Holbein_the_Younger_-_Portrait_of_Henry_VIII_-_Google_Art_Project

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Henry’s Women (Preface To A Series Of Really Long Posts)

I am embarrassed to admit that I began this one more than a year ago.  Like most of the few posts that make it to press on my inactive blog, it started out as a journal entry, then somehow became a project of its own carried on by my rapturous research into some trivial self selected topic of fascination–in this case the life and wives of King Henry VIII of England during the Tutor Period.  (Alas, the compulsion to do research papers remains ingrained in my pathos despite the fact that I finished my last degree 5 years ago.)  The “narrative”–Oh, god, I can’t even call it a blog post, or an essay.  It’s more vaguely “a narrative”–became pages and pages, and pages long.  So, for the ease of all the potential readers who will never actually visit this blog, I decided to split up the wordy monstrosity into a serial.     Continue reading