"For women, only one standard of female beauty is sanctioned: the girl. The great advantage men have is that our culture allows two standards of male beauty: the boy and the man. The beauty of a boy resembles the beauty of a girl. In both sexes it is a fragile kind of beauty and flourishes naturally only in the early part of the life-cycle. Happily, men are able to accept themselves under another standard of good looks — heavier, rougher, more thickly built. A man does not grieve when he loses the smooth, unlined, hairless skin of a boy. For he has only exchanged one form of attractiveness for another: the darker skin of a man’s face, roughened by daily shaving, showing the marks of emotion and the normal lines of age. There is no equivalent of this second standard for women. The single standard of beauty for women dictates that they must go on having clear skin. Every wrinkle, every line, every gray hair, is a defeat. No wonder that no boy minds becoming a man, while even the passage from girlhood to early womanhood is experienced by many women as their downfall, for all women are trained to want to continue looking like girls." — Excerpt from Susan Sontag's 1978 essay The Double Standard of Aging
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Traci Brimhall, from her poem titled "Love Poem Without a Drop of Hyperbole in It,"
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Sylvia Plath, aged 30, in a letter to her mother, 6 months after discovering her husband's infidelity, and their subsequent separation (dated Wednesday, 16 January 1963)
[Ted Hughes (aged 32) - her husband, who was having an affair with Assia Wevill (aged 35), a married woman who rented their London flat at Chalcot Square; Sylvia moved with their children (a 2-year-old daughter & an 11-month-old son) from Court Green in Devon, to 23 Fitzroy Road in London, at a rented flat, formerly the residence of W. B. Yeats]
Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Margaret Llewyn Davis, featured in The Selected Letters of Virginia Woolf