“What I hate is the thought of being under a man's thumb," I had told Doctor Nolan. "A man doesn't have a worry in the world, while I've got a baby hanging over my head like a big stick, to keep me in line.”
In Sylvia Plath's novel "The Bell Jar," the protagonist expresses her frustration with the societal expectations placed on women regarding motherhood and domesticity. This sentiment still resonates today as women continue to face challenges in balancing their personal aspirations with traditional gender roles.
In this quote, Sylvia Plath expresses her frustration with the societal expectation for women to conform to traditional gender roles and be subservient to men. She laments the burden of motherhood and the way it can be used as a tool to control and oppress women. Plath's words reflect her feminist views and her desire for independence and autonomy. The metaphor of a baby as a "big stick" hanging over her head emphasizes the weight and pressure she feels to conform to societal norms. Plath's frank and rebellious tone challenges traditional gender expectations and highlights the struggles women face in a patriarchal society.
"What I hate is the thought of being under a man's thumb," I had told Doctor Nolan. "A man doesn't have a worry in the world, while I've got a baby hanging over my head like a big stick, to keep me in line.” - Sylvia Plath
The quote by Sylvia Plath highlights the struggles she faced as a woman in a society where gender roles often limited opportunities and autonomy. It prompts us to consider the expectations and pressures placed on women, particularly in relation to motherhood and societal norms.
“I don't see what women see in other women," I'd told Doctor Nolan in my interview that noon. "What does a woman see in a woman that she can't see in a man?"Doctor Nolan paused. Then she said, "Tenderness.”
“If Doctor Nolan asked me for the matches, I would say that I'd thought they were made of candy and had eaten them.”
“I self-paralyze myself & wonder what I've got in my head.”
“I saw the gooseflesh on my skin. I did not know what made it. I was not cold. Had a ghost passed over? No, it was the poetry. A spark flew off Arnold and shook me, like a chill. I wanted to cry; I felt very odd. I had fallen into a new way of being happy.”
“…I hate myself for not being able to go downstairs naturally and seek comfort in numbers. I hate myself for having to sit here and be torn between I know not what within me.”
“I hated men because they didn’t stay around and love me like a father: I could prick holes in them & show they were no father-material. I made them propose and then showed them they hadn’t a chance. I hated men because they didn’t have to suffer like a woman did. They could die or go to Spain. They could have fun while a woman had birth pangs. They could gamble while a woman skimped on the butter on the bread. Men, nasty lousy men.”