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Sylvia rarely flattered the men in her life- she envied them. She was far more likely to compete with a man than a woman. In her journal she describes this jealousy of which she is painfully aware; “It is an envy born of the desire to be active and doing, not passive and listening.” She craved the “double life” of men, who could enjoy career, sex, and family. “I can pretend to forget my envy,” she writes, “no matter, it is there, insidious, malignant, latent.
