Jo March Was. Right. Greta Gerwig Did Her So Much Justice. Jo March Was An Aching Mess Of A Little Woman.

jo march was. right. greta gerwig did her so much justice. jo march was an aching mess of a little woman. her older sister meg left, chasing her dream marriage, and jo with her inkstained fingers and cramped attic remained. amy went to europe, the perfect picture of a good lady, and jo, with her abrasive tongue and hot-headed temper remained. beth went to the beyond, having seen no dream but of kindness and family, dead from being kind and surrounded by family- and jo, always the odd one out, the one who loved her family in isolation, remained.

and laurie. laurie with his quicksilver grin and charming boyishness, jo's best friend. he loved her. she loved him too. just not the way he wanted. and jo knew. laurie went to europe and and loved amy truer and deeper than his infatuation with jo....and jo, with her guarded heart and sensible mind, remained.

always, always everyone thought jo with her oddity and jo with her beautiful, big, enormous dreams would go first. she remained.

i'm so lonely, she sobs. louisa may alcott fashioned a Jo March quirky and imperfect, and 150 years later Greta Gerwig made her into a desperately lonely child. Maybe when she was crying in the attic Jo could feel the weight of years on her shoulders, the realization that there was no childhood left, no sisters playing in a garden without care. No two neighbours simply being best friends. Nothing and no one had prepared her for this, and Jo March was so lonely.