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Anyone who compares herself with an Ibsen heroine, whether or not she -wants- to be one, needs to stop gazing at her navel, look at the woman in the mirror, and figure out how to grow up.
I admit to being out-of-touch with grad-student angst, but I didn't know that people were rejecting the bourgeois anymore. Would you stop if someone told you it was delightfully retro?
The three of you are at an age to mistake ideology for passion and get into the most intricate tangles. Opera is easier, and the music is better.