Everyone said that Plath committed suicide because he couldn't find a balance between the roles of perfect wife, perfect mother, and genius poet. After she became completely insane, she poured out all her anger into a manic inner monologue: Ariel, it was so bloody that it was breathtaking. After Plath's death, Ariel not only won the Pulitzer Prize for her, but also put her on the stage of feminist feminism. In an extreme way, Plath told the subtle pain and the moving terminal illness of the female group. In order to clarify the symptoms, from Beauvoir, Woolf, to Julia Kristeva, how many generations of talented women's minds have been exhausted, only to describe it, there is no way to solve it. There are many feminists around me, but I always feel that blind feminism is not desirable. The resolution of one contradiction must be at the cost of the birth of another contradiction. If men are really allowed to share part of the household chores, women will have to devote more energy to work, but women always have problems when they work. The more energy they put in, the bigger the problem. For the same job, women seem to have more energy than men. It is easy to feel pressure.
DH Lawrence wrote a story called "Mother and Daughter" in which there is a passage: She has to work hard and go all out. When she passed keen intuition and did not take much responsibility, the work inspired her. But when she started to work hard, as they said, in a truly responsible position, working hard, and working hard, the work exhausted her. She had to concentrate and deal with it with high nervousness. She does not have the fighting power of a man. A man can summon his inner male instinct to deal with work, but a woman has to rely on courage, and only on her courage. Because the ancient Eve had nothing to do with this kind of work. Therefore, responsibility, concentration, and mental burden make a woman tired, especially when she does not work for someone but is a department director.
The problem is that when you see a woman in the workplace who is desperately looking for Saburo, her fighting spirit seldom comes from the pressure of livelihood, but must be related to professional ideals, a bright future, or an unknown secret. In this way, after get off work, she will continue to encourage herself and repeat the homework of mental hypnosis: today is good, tomorrow will be better, everything will be fine! While showing off and complaining with my girlfriends, I looked around for a sense of accomplishment. For men, the meaning of work is much simpler: in order to support the family, one must work, one must endure, and one must continue. When a job ideal becomes a job, it is no longer an ideal, but just a job, at best it is an ideal job, and the main keyword is still work. Work in order to survive. And women are still for ideals, regardless of professional ideals or family ideals, in short, it is an ideal. So who is unlucky for women?
Plath's death, in essence, has nothing to do with feminism at all. In fact, many ordinary women have realized the integration of a good mother, a good wife and a good employee. Plath's death knot lies in "perfection." As a poet who committed suicide n times in her childhood, she has a tendency to extreme perfectionism, and perfectionists are good at premonitions. When an event, a person, a relationship did not evolve peacefully along the line she had foreseen, she regarded it as a war, and used various unimaginable extreme methods to relieve the inner struggle, or helpless and sluggish gaze. What she wants is not "good", what she wants is "right" and "right", she must be paranoid. If something goes wrong, it's not "right". The opposite of "right" is wrong, and she simply doesn't have the ability to make mistakes, she doesn't know what it is. A perfectionist extremist, let alone being a mother, she can't even handle herself. She can't accept hypocrisy and boredom, but how is it possible? How can one escape hypocrisy and boredom? As long as you live. Brilliant, joyful, excellent... these beautiful words, like their antonyms, darkness, sadness, and clumsiness, are short-lived moments. 99% of life is boring and boring, and want to be bright and saturated. The high concentration of pureness, go to heaven to find it, right?
But no one knows what kind of world heaven is. So sometimes when I think of Gu Cheng stabbing Xie Ye to death, I really feel that Gu Cheng is both selfish and shameless. It is true that he pursues a pure fairy tale world because he goes to extremes! But what about Xie Ye? Why should Xie Ye take risks? Is it because of love, but in the letter before his death, Gu Cheng clearly said that Xie Ye was having an extramarital affair with a certain Mr. Chen, so what about the power of love? Since love is no longer pure, it should be dead. I really don't understand the logic of Gu Cheng, and I am very depressed for Xie Ye. Alas, in short, poets are all lunatics. This is true. If you want to fall in love with a poet, you'd better choose a third-rate poet. Third-rate poets pretend to be crazy and sell stupid. Not only are they not dangerous, they are also funny.
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