in her journals sylvia plath wrote, to herself, “goodnight, sweet princess,” appropriating hamlet’s famous epithet. now this means so much to me because countless male writers have drawn comparisons between themselves and hamlet, the character is an icon of glamorous and intelligent suffering. it’s an obvious choice for the male writer because he doesn’t think twice before invoking the highest possible drama and gravity when talking about his own pain. but that type of self importance feels unimaginable to most women. and sylvia breaks this rule. i love her
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