When you are a young woman, really a girl, the only place to figure out life is at home with watchful parents, books and Sinday Church. And nice young men calling and girlfriends.
Margret Mitchell went to Smith, and was engaged to a young man killed in World War I, married another who abused her and a third who cherished her. In the interim, she was a journalist and wrote a noteworthy book. It took her a while, but I’d say she figured out life better than most.
Nah, that’s too simple. Been done.
Sinday Church? Really?
Not working and not learning how to support herself? Not going to college/grad or trade school? Just sitting at home, mooching off her parents, reading, going to church, and talking to her friends about the nice guys who show up to see her every week? That’s depressing.
The young woman you described sounds about as defenseless about life and what it can hand you as the poor woman who died. Neither approach are beneficial.
-— When you are a young woman, really a girl, the only place to figure out life is at home with watchful parents, books and Sinday Church. And nice young men calling and girlfriends -—
It’s been a surprisingly long time since society was sane.