“A Streetcar Named Desire” Personal Response
As a young damsel in Belle Reve, I was frequently reminded of the old cliché to “never judge a book by its cover”. Perhaps this was an attempt to teach my younger self the importance of seeing the beauty in all things despite their external appearance, but nonetheless, the lectures of my youth were of no avail. I am a firm believer in the idea that the way one chooses to display oneself to the world has a direct effect on how one is perceived by others. It is for this reason that I take such pride in my own appearance. I believe that with the help of a dazzling necklace and the right shade of lipstick, and perhaps a well-placed wink, I am able to obtain anything to my heart’s desire. However, …show more content…
Immediately smitten and convinced that I had found the love of my life, I was soon floating down the aisle in a satin gown. This marks the end of our fairy tale love story. A scandalous affair and hysteric accusations led my lover to take his own life a few short months after. It was all so abrupt; I felt as if my heart was ripped from my chest. He took my life along with his that night he fired the bullet. In the days leading from Allan’s death, I was drowning in a pool of grief; I would do anything to distract myself from the gaping hole in my chest. I sought some relief in a series of meaningless affairs, a few harmless intimate encounters to remind myself what it would feel like to be loved, as I do have the unfortunate habit of seeking comfort through the company of men. Despite my efforts to keep it hidden, it wasn’t long until the whole town of Laurel knew me as “Blanche the Bimbo”. Left with a soiled reputation and not a penny to spare, I had fled my home in search of an …show more content…
I was accustomed to having somebody to wait on me and my every need. It was a comfortable life, and had destiny chosen a different course of action, I am confident that I would have remained at my family’s estate. It wasn’t until the day that Stella announced her plans for leaving that things began to fall apart. She had decided to chase her dreams to the sordid city of New Orleans, and though I admired her ambition and independence, I was shocked to learn that Stella had made such a sudden and selfish choice. While she was off revelling in her youth, I was left to tend over our progressively aging family. With the condition of my relatives worsening each day, I was forced to witness as one by one the DuBois family was becoming nothing more than a name on gravestone. Grandparents, parents, aunts, uncles, cousins, all gone in the span of just a few years. Traumatized by the sudden death of my family and with Stella gone, I found myself falling into yet another downward spiral. Living on a feeble schoolteacher’s salary, I was forced to flee my pleasant home of Belle Reve and to seek guidance from the last remaining member of my family,
As a young damsel in Belle Reve, I was frequently reminded of the old cliché to “never judge a book by its cover”. Perhaps this was an attempt to teach my younger self the importance of seeing the beauty in all things despite their external appearance, but nonetheless, the lectures of my youth were of no avail. I am a firm believer in the idea that the way one chooses to display oneself to the world has a direct effect on how one is perceived by others. It is for this reason that I take such pride in my own appearance. I believe that with the help of a dazzling necklace and the right shade of lipstick, and perhaps a well-placed wink, I am able to obtain anything to my heart’s desire. However, …show more content…
Immediately smitten and convinced that I had found the love of my life, I was soon floating down the aisle in a satin gown. This marks the end of our fairy tale love story. A scandalous affair and hysteric accusations led my lover to take his own life a few short months after. It was all so abrupt; I felt as if my heart was ripped from my chest. He took my life along with his that night he fired the bullet. In the days leading from Allan’s death, I was drowning in a pool of grief; I would do anything to distract myself from the gaping hole in my chest. I sought some relief in a series of meaningless affairs, a few harmless intimate encounters to remind myself what it would feel like to be loved, as I do have the unfortunate habit of seeking comfort through the company of men. Despite my efforts to keep it hidden, it wasn’t long until the whole town of Laurel knew me as “Blanche the Bimbo”. Left with a soiled reputation and not a penny to spare, I had fled my home in search of an …show more content…
I was accustomed to having somebody to wait on me and my every need. It was a comfortable life, and had destiny chosen a different course of action, I am confident that I would have remained at my family’s estate. It wasn’t until the day that Stella announced her plans for leaving that things began to fall apart. She had decided to chase her dreams to the sordid city of New Orleans, and though I admired her ambition and independence, I was shocked to learn that Stella had made such a sudden and selfish choice. While she was off revelling in her youth, I was left to tend over our progressively aging family. With the condition of my relatives worsening each day, I was forced to witness as one by one the DuBois family was becoming nothing more than a name on gravestone. Grandparents, parents, aunts, uncles, cousins, all gone in the span of just a few years. Traumatized by the sudden death of my family and with Stella gone, I found myself falling into yet another downward spiral. Living on a feeble schoolteacher’s salary, I was forced to flee my pleasant home of Belle Reve and to seek guidance from the last remaining member of my family,