Gilman "The Yellow Wallpaper"

Well that was an interesting little nut-job of a piece. Or so I thought as my first reaction. Lies. My first reaction was that this was a horribly boring piece and when was it going to get creepy or just end already (sorry Charlie P.G. but it was a bit of a bore at first). Now that I've paid my respects to the author, I will say that by the time I noticed a change in the creep level the story was basically over. So I had to read the silly thing again. However this time I discovered something new.

It was creepy from the very beginning. That a woman should have to take to secret diary entries as a way to express any of the thoughts she had was shocking. Once I noticed this she (the protagonist) immediately turned into Anne Frank to me and all I could think was "You're gonna die. You're gonna die. Get out! Get out!" Well obviously that was no use since the story was already written but I must say I was proud of the emotion I now felt for someone I thought was boring me to death. Also too late as she was already dead. Much like Mrs. Mallard in the previous story I think the people around her treated her like an invalid of the highest proportions rather than give her the freedom to express herself and this my dear friends will kills the spirit. Then the mind. Then what else is left? For they'd already determined the body ill in the beginning. By the end of the piece she changed from Anne (whom I adore) to Gollum (whom) I despise because of the fact that had she the balls to "save" herself (yes I know I said balls and I don't mean if she were a man, merely figurative cahones,) speak up for herself and not allow herself to be walked all over and taken advantage of then she wouldn't have gone nutters. Sad stuff here. Sad stuff.

NOTE: Must discover what "creeping" means. I mean I know what it means but she appears to be English or speaks like an Englishwoman and "creeping" could also mean something other than the act of creeping on ones knees. ooooh, maybe the idea of being secretive? you know with the journal and having to know she isn't ill but taking everyones word for it because it's "proper". how i hate the idea of being "proper". Ok that's a lie. I just hated taking etiquette courses as a kid. but at least i said something about it. maybe almost maiming my dance partner Barrington with the heel of my shoe wasn't the best way to express myself but what do you expect? I was 6. He got over it. I think.

NOTE 2: Did her husband die of a shock that kills? Lol. That wold make me laugh.