When I was doing the Mademoiselle application my husband would peer over my shoulder and say, "What are you doing competing with the best brains in the country? Why don't you just wash the dishes?" When the telegram came from Mademoiselle, I ran outside and shouted, "Guess who has the best brains in the country?
Elizabeth Winder, Pain, Parties, Work: Sylvia Plath in New York, Summer 1953
dreams, feminism, goals, patriarchy, sexism