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.
Yes!! While I don’t consider the fact that I am a woman to be an awful tragedy (and maybe Plath herself is using hyperbole here, but who am I to say?), I do identify w/ a lot in this amazing quote…thanks to A Well Traveled Woman for making me aware of it!