tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-152394278866044991.post7240107581981598647..comments2010-08-14T07:31:38.127-07:00Comments on Sex and Sweetbreads: Colonoscopies and CantaloupeMarie Antoinettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10140269918758253644noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-152394278866044991.post-87239688246956857422010-08-05T19:30:42.478-07:002010-08-05T19:30:42.478-07:00Well I really liked your anecdote because I felt l...Well I really liked your anecdote because I felt like it's something that draws attention to those other, "little" things that we don't typically think about in regards to love/marriage.<br /><br />I am also THRILLED that you love Plath. :-)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-152394278866044991.post-17897976407814034202010-08-05T19:23:49.244-07:002010-08-05T19:23:49.244-07:00Yes. I have read it. I happen to love Plath. I ...Yes. I have read it. I happen to love Plath. I read this book in 8th grade riding on the bus. My bus ride was long. And Plath really resonated with me in 8th grade. I felt like I was in a Bell Jar too. <br /><br />I used to think that love was so strong that you didn't care if you got flattened...as long as you could have it. Now I think I understand the beauty that could come from not flattening each other. It is what I think a strong and satisfying partnership is about. The ability to give each other support so that no one has to be walked on. And I think I would like to find that. The cantaloupe and colonoscopy are just leading me to understand that it's okay to want someone to support me. It's okay to want to have someone that is there for me in a reliable and loving way. I don't have to be walked on to prove that the relationship is real.Marie Antoinettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10140269918758253644noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-152394278866044991.post-4523501940093259082010-08-05T16:08:27.706-07:002010-08-05T16:08:27.706-07:00"Once when I visited Buddy I found Mrs. Willa..."Once when I visited Buddy I found Mrs. Willard braiding a rug out of strips of wool from Mr. Willard's old suits. She'd spent weeks on that rug, and I had admired the tweedy browns and greens and blues patterning the braid, but after Mrs. Willard was through, instead of hanging it the rug on the wall the way I would have done, she put it down in place of her kitchen mat, and in a few days it was soiled and dull and indistinguishable from any mat you could buy for under a dollar in the five and ten.<br /><br />"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."<br /><br />[Sylvia Plath; The Bell Jar]<br /><br />Living alone, I've so often thought about choking on a piece of cantaloupe and dying alone. But I've also read so many books like The Bell Jar, that I think it evens things out in my head.<br /><br />Obviously, the portrait Plath paints of marriage is a pretty grim one and that's not always the reality of things, but it's hard not to admire how stubbornly independent she is throughout the book. I would love to hear your thoughts on it, especially in relation to the cantaloupe-theory, if you've read it!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com