My mom always said that one of the reasons she named me Beth (other than that she just liked the name) was for the character from Little Women. Which we all then laughed at, because I was nothing like the character.
No, I was more an amalgam of Jo and Amy – a stubborn, headstrong, artist and writer with grand aspirations.
It’s a funny thing because in some ways it’s like a Victorian version of Sex and the City. Every little girl identifies with one of the four sisters at some point in thier lives.
What’s surprising is that in the meantime I’ve been growing up to be more and more like Beth:
I knit, I cook, I sew, I prefer to stay at home and play with my dollies.
It’s kind of strange, and feels a bit regressive, but I’m not unhappy at at all.