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Young romance is full of heartbreak. Say your first lady-friend up and marries a local heir while you’re off at war, studying abroad or crafting a mysterious persona. At this point you’re probably going to be all like, “I should totally use my mob connects to buy a huge mansion across the Sound from her place, throw lavish parties, and thus lure her away from this cretin.” Reasonable as this course of action may seem, spoiler alert: she’s never going to leave him. You might do well to find yourself a nice companionable type who is ace at ironing crisp colorful shirts, instead.
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Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording—all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.

Sylvia Plath

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