Originally posted by muppymanEdge
I suspect that the bottom line is this: Womenfolk are born perfect, and spend their lives improving on it.
The woman is perfected.
Her dead
Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
The illusion of a Greek necessity
Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
Her bare
Feet seem to be saying:
We have come so far, it is over.
Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
One at each little
Pitcher of milk, now empty.
She has folded
Them back into her body as petals
Of a rose close when the garden
Stiffens and odors bleed
From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
The moon has nothing to be sad about,
Staring from her hood of bone.
She is used to this sort of thing.
Her blacks crackle and drag.
Sylvia Plath
Originally posted by muppymanTrust a girl to overreact... 😕
All misogynistic claptrap aside, the expression "fairer sex" means "of pleasing appearance" or "comely" (as in "faint heart never won fair maiden"😉
I suspect that the bottom line is this: Womenfolk are born perfect, and spend their lives improving on it. The only thing that mars that process is the barriers of puerile, macho, hypocritical attitudes which ...[text shortened]... s have a detrimental effect on their opinion of themselves, but that is not their fault.