Comparing A Raisin In The Sun And Ibsen's A Doll House

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Women and men are not equal. Never have been, and it is hard to believe that they ever will be. Sexism permeates the lives of women from the day they are born. Women are either trying to fit into the “Act Like a Lady” box, they are actively resisting the same box, or sometimes both. The experience of fitting in the box and resisting the box can be observed in two plays: Lorraine Hansberry’s “A Raisin in the Sun” and Henrick Ibsen’s “A Doll House”. In Hansberry’s play, initially, Beneatha seems uncontrolled and independent, but by the end she is controlled and dependent; whereas, in Ibsen’s play Nora seems controlled and dependent at the beginning of the play, but by the end she is independent and free.
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She shares that not only would she be able to get married as well as become a doctor, she would get to live in Africa. Her mother does not say no, but she kind of “brushes off” the news Beneatha shares with her as if it is not an option. Her brother, Walter, tells her to forget about it and marry rich. Neither her mother or brother are supportive in this moment. Hansberry ends the play shortly after this moment, so it is unclear what Beneatha’s final decision was. Was she independent enough to liberate herself from her family’s hold? Or did she remain trapped and dependent by their expectations of what her future should look like?
Similarly, in Ibsen’s “A Doll House” there is a female character trapped in a dependence situation. Nora is dependent on her husband Torvald for practically everything. Nora indebted herself to her husband when she secretly took out a loan to save him. She was trapped in the roles of wife, mother, and homemaker to her family, but this additional debt, this loan, made Nora need to beg and plead for money from Torvald. Nora explains to Christine her relationship with Torvald:
NORA. (meditatively, and with a half smile) Yes -- someday, perhaps, after many years, when I am no longer as nice-looking as I am now. Don’t laugh at me! I mean of course, when Torvald is no longer as devoted to me as he is now; when my dancing and dressing-up and reciting have palled on him.

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