"I have no illusions about you at all. I know you are stupid, frivolous, and empty-headed, but I love you. I know your intentions, your ideals, your snobbery, your vulgarity, and yet I love you. I know you You're second-rate, but I love you."
At the end of the moment, Stanley pressed on Blanche's body, and desire and disdain were written in his twinkling eyes. He is about to commit a rape that will destroy Blanche's soul, because "I saw your true face as early as the first time we met."
Blanche is a vulnerable, empty, and contemptuous woman, so the taunting of Daisy by the doctor in the veil jumped to my mind at the same time. These cruel male writers may really be able to see through the vulnerable weaknesses of the vanity and arrogance of the vast majority of women at a glance, and they can mercilessly strip off the whitewashed skin of women in their own writing, and meet the ridicule naked.
Women are sensual, and the world of Blanche is built on the sandcastles of poetry, literature, romance. She is ignorant of current affairs and indulges in the past. Even with her aging face, she still exaggerates about her past elegance, which is pitiful in the abhorrent. She couldn't understand that her sister lived with a cruel, violent and rude man. Even though her life had reached a low point, she still refused to face the reality. This is her surviving pride, her crumbling dignity, the lamp she dared not light in the dark, the cheap, unpleasant, inferior perfume. Stanley saw through her real face, so his violence was so reckless.
——The object of his violence is not an independent and healthy woman, but a ghost who does not exist in real life and repeats the past years.
The flower of the dead, what a wonderful metaphor, dedicated to the lonely soul of Blanche who refuses to settle in the secular world. Her life is dependent on others and wandering, in her own words "depending on the kindness of strangers". But how could strangers be kind, and her absurd and frivolous behavior attracted only villains who were only interested in her body. And her body has long since faded away.
"The sadness of sex is that the soul is the eternal virgin." Blanche is just a humble soul that longs for happiness and hates the world. Probably, a woman's sadness comes from the body that cannot escape. It drives our contemptuous behavior, just as Daisy can't control her lover's bed again after the doctor's death, wakes up and leaves.
The source of vanity and emptiness, unfilled souls teetering in caged flesh. The body can be occupied by men, it controls the direction of the soul. Men never understand women's sorrow, but their ridicule is so harsh and cruel.
Tolerate that the heart is not as straight as the road, and forgive these women. Their fragrant souls are sitting on the streetcar desire, each holding a bouquet of dead flowers in their hands.
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