time for an official Fuck you Sylvia Plath!

I mean really, you sell out bitch. Write a poem about a sexually abusive, opressive "Daddy" but then refuse to own it, call it a poem about a half-german half-jew with an electra (like Oedipus, but the other way around) complex so as to distance yourself from having to admit to any of it and instead make your poor speaker culpable for her mixed feelings about the abuse she suffered instead of landing the blame right where it belongs, all over "Daddy". Couldn't you have SOME courage? Suck it up and let the poor girl want her abuser dead, let her regret that he died before she could kill him, don't make her pity him and blame herself. That road has already been taken too many times. She needs you to help her regain her voice, as you initially tried to do, not bury it again as you have. Bitch. Cowardly bitch.