At the time Mary Shelly wrote Frankenstein she was younger than I am writing this. Mary at such a young age was married to Percy Bysshe Shelley and at such a young age was with child. In our society today, such would marriage or pregnancy at this age, be considered unruly. While Mary and I seem to be close to the same age in these depictions of ourselves above, how clear is the time difference between each other. An important character development of our time is the use of socially media, selfies, and portraying one’s identity through the use of the internet. While the depiction of both Mary and I are vastly different, we both are young woman in these images with lifetimes of experience ahead of us. This time in my life feels so different from hers, I feel so incredibly young and hold far less understanding as she seemed to have. The acceleration from youth to adulthood Mary experienced in many ways leaves me utterly perplexed. I wonder if these pressures of maturity and responsibility lead her to write such a well-written novel. While drastically different both in time period and responsibilities, we both at one moment stood still for these images.