Virginia Woolf

Ah, Virginia Woolf. From what I read about her profile, she is interesting woman. Like most artists, (I use artists to cover anyone that does any form of art), Virginia had an illness in her like. She suffered from depression. (On a side note: I have noticed that most artists have problems in their marriage, families, physical, or mental health. But yet they are so great. It is as if that motivates them to beat the odds.) Woolf from my judgment is a feminist and an amazing woman. The woman seemed to have everything, a great writing career, good husband, and an open mind. Sadly, she lost her mental battle and drowned herself at fifty-nine.

Her two works, A Room of One’s Own and Professions for Women, add to her feminist charm. For we will look at A Room of One’s Own. She is stating the history of women. They had been repressed since the Elizabethan age. They couldn’t own money or property. They were arranged marriages. Women couldn’t even write poetry. (That would drive me insane.) She sounds like Rachel in Chaucer’s day. (I can’t remember her last name.)