Boy did my perspective on Plath change since college. I’ll take men in tights any day over that depressive bore.
My girlfriend in the 1970’s nearly dumped me because I couldn’t stomach Sylvia Plath’s OCD-laden verse.
She was a psychology major who turned Socrates’ observation about the unexamined life into “The overexamined life may not even seem worth living”.
Left her & married a math major who was later a CPA. Utter bliss.