Tis Pity She's A Whore Character Analysis

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If I had to pick a character to relate to in the taboo that is ‘Tis Pity She’s a Whore, I would have to admit to sympathizing with- perhaps even interjecting myself into- Annabelle’s character the most. The issue with this is she’s the character who is used as a plot device- so what does that say about my opinion of myself? The fact that I can see myself in what I would consider to be the most bland character of the entire play has to say something about my own psychological state- or perhaps it has something to say about the role women are given in literature and art altogether. The reason I feel so strongly about Annabelle isn’t because I consider her pretty, gracious or naive like so many of the men around her do. I feel connected to her …show more content…

From the beginning of the play we see that her Father is looking for a suitable husband for her, we then find out that she has somehow gotten into the mess that is her love affair (with her brother no less), and suddenly she’s pregnant and in a panic. Forced to marry a man who turns out to be quite cruel just to try to save her reputation, the entire play suggests Annabella’s life has been a whirlwind experience and she’s had very little say about any of it. My life can’t begin to encapsulate the drama that Annabella’s overwhelmingly does, but I can relate to the feeling of a lack of control. Last summer I moved to England, a brilliant adventure that was supposed to result in my attendance of Cambridge, opportunities to travel that I wouldn’t have had in the United States, and a new experience altogether. It failed of course, and to no fault of my own, but I couldn’t help but feel like a failure. I suffered with depression for three months following and I don’t ever recall just feeling so morbidly anxious, and lonely, and upset. After that phase passed I was whacked in the face with school, and college, and too many things I hadn’t thought of before. I felt like the world was falling apart and there was nothing I could do to stop it. One crumbling piece at a time, I was waiting for my turn to fall off the edge. Of course I don’t feel that way anymore, I’m

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