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Cyni Randle

feminist view of The Great Gatsby

Women in society are held to a certain standard that they are expected to live by. They are considered caretakers, showing that men view women as weak and unable to do things that would require muscle or a certain level of intelligence. The Great Gatsby is a perfect example of how women weren't treated as equals or respected in their relationships. Women were supposed to be dependent on their husbands, their role in society was to look and act like a “lady”.

Jordan Baker goes against the basic social standards for women in the 1920s not only does she not care about other's opinions she isn’t married. She doesn’t depend on a man for money. Even her name doesn’t conform to gender roles. During that time people did not like the way that Jordan lived. She is viewed as unladylike because as Nick stated “She was incurably dishonest. She wasn’t able to endure being at a disadvantage…” (Fitzgerald 44) the belief that she is dishonest goes against the moral purity women are expected to have therefore her lie is viewed as a masculine trait of competitiveness.

Another character that I want to focus on is Tom Buchanan. He would not be in support of the world's feministic views today. Tom believes that women can’t do the things that a man can. When he found out that Daisy was having an affair with Gatsby he was mad but because he felt disrespected but he was having an affair with myrtle. He believes that it is okay for men to cheat but it’s not for a woman to cheat. He says “I suppose the latest thing is to sit back and let Mr. Nobody from Nowhere make love to your wife. Well, if that’s the idea you can count me out” (Fitzgerald 98) he is hypocritical and doesn't believe that women deserve the same freedom in a relationship as a man.

From a feminist lens, The Great Gatsby implies woman are only objects for men to have and fight over. This story shows how women are actually seen in life, Like objects. Women are not being able to show their full potential because they are being shot down for what they want or the rights they should have. Women are not able to have the same amount of rights as men, because men believe women don’t deserve those rights because they are women and they are “not as smart as men.”

tunnel vision

The American dream of rags to riches

is a dream or a reason

If everyone could do it

It would be a reality

But for some, that dream can become a nightmare

What you want isn’t always what you get

Somewhere along the line things change

And you don’t realize till it’s too late

You see, no one notices that bad

When they get tunnel vision

They become so consumed by fame

Until it happens

The oppression, the hate

It will blindside you, because

If our freedom is taken

The American dream will wither and die

Entry 1: chapter 5 gatsby nick and daisy are having lunch and gatsby is nervous

What is wrong with me

She's here like I wanted but I panicked

She's way out of my league

Maybe that's why she won't talk to me

I just feel so… I don’t know

I made a mistake

I shouldn’t be here, with her

I can’t do this

I have to go

What is this feeling?

I was acting like a child

I throw a tantrum in front of Nick

I hope she didn’t her

Why is this happening to me

What will she think of me?

Will she think I am rude

Does she hate me

Nick thinks she's embarrassed

What would she be embarrassed about?

I am the one that is embarrassed

Entry 2: Summer Nights~ a found poem using the beginning of ch 3 (Gatsby's Party)

An invitation came,

the honor would be entirely Gatsby’s,

if I would attend his “little party.” that night

He had seen me several times, and had intended to call on me long before,

but a peculiar combination of circumstances had prevented it — signed Jay Gatsby

music from my neighbor’s house through the summer nights.

In his blue gardens men and girls came and went

I watched his guests diving from the tower of his raft,

or taking the sun on the hot sand of his beach

Every Friday five crates of oranges arrived from a fruiterer in New York

corps of caterers came down

with several hundred feet of canvas

and enough colored lights to make a Christmas tree of Gatsby’s enormous garden.

By seven o’clock the orchestra has arrived

They are playing yellow cocktail music,

and the opera of voices pitches a key higher.

Laughter is easier minute by minute,

tipped out at a cheerful word

confident girls who weave here and there

among the stouter and more stable,

become for a sharp, joyous moment the center of a group,

and then, excited with triumph

The party has begun.