Sylvia Plath

There really is something universal about women becoming aware of our own pain and how it will constantly hang about us, how it will never disappear- much how the bell jar can be lifted for some amount of time but it waits until it closes up around you again. It's unavoidable and constant, same as our fight to have our morals and wishes respected. Plath writes the truth about marriage that women know perfectly well and yet tend to ignore in pursuit of love, thinking that for them something will be different. "And I knew that in spite of all the roses and kisses and restaurant dinners a man showered on a woman before he married her, what he secretly wanted when the wedding service ended was for her to flatten out underneath his feet like Mrs. Willard's kitchen mat." The bell jar spares no woman.