There is no generational divide on the love for poet Sylvia Plath. As THE ATLANTIC hammers, she remains iconic to all generations. Yes, she has endured with us Baby Boomers.
What grabs us by the throat and knocks us emotionally to the ground is her wobbly sense of self. In this Lean-In era we are being immersed in the rhetoric about supreme confidence. Every woman must be a professional tiger.
In contrast, Plath was a mess. Her talent was all she had. And she had that to the day she checked out. We cherish that ability to produce, despite not having a clue how to Lean In.