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After being accused of 'manspaling' a few weeks ago which in this case is ridiculous because I was explicitly asked by the woman to explain something, I started thinking about what it means to be a man and feminist in 2017. Women do not have a monopoly on stupid people, men, women, and, perhaps, non binary persons, explaining stuff they already know to them. Cry bullying is extremely toxic.

I adore Alice Walker, E. Annie Proulx, and Margaret Atwood. I've read the Feminine Mystique and the Second Sex. I, however, have yet to read Sylvia Plath.

While ruminating about feminism, my thoughts eventually after a few days lead me to my 10th grade English teacher, Mrs. Debra Schmitt, whose mission in life was to get both young women and young men to speak up and be heard. I remember her saying no one should be insecure about their writing.

I did a search for Mrs. Schmitt which returned several news stories about her suicide by a stream. [0] We read in her class a book by Marianne Wiggins, John Dollar, which starts with the heroine being denied burial rights by the town priest. This made me think of Sylvia Plath. C. S. Lewis said he would never have to cross the room to meet Hamlet because Hamlet is always by his side. I sometimes joke I would never have to cross the room to meet C. S. Lewis because Hamlet is always by my side. I don't have time to read now. Nonetheless, the next person I read will be Sylvia Plath. Maybe she has some answers to my current big question. What happened to poor poor Ophelia?

[0] https://90swoman.wordpress.com/2011/03/11/r-i-p-feminist-lit...