There is a charge
Plath feels as if she’s on exhibit, people clamoring and surrounding her, desperate to get a piece of her agony. Whereas some people might feel flattered to be the center of such attention, Plath feels akin to a whore in the stocks: emotionally naked, vulnerable, and humiliated. She feels as though people will pay great money for a scrap of her, so that they can show it off.
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