OPHELIA : There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember. And there is pansies, that’s for thoughts. (Hamlet, William Shakespeare, Act 4, Scene 5, Page 8)
When I was in high school we studied Hamlet by Shakespeare. When we were finished reading the book we were all expected to write an essay. Excuse my language, but I titled my essay “Was Ophelia a Slut or Not?” because I noticed that Hamlet kept saying pretty nasty things about her. I went through the whole book to find every incidence where Ophelia appeared or was spoken about and discovered, as I had suspected, that everything that she was portrayed to be doing never took place. It had only ever been Hamlet projecting his own thoughts onto her. As you know, if you’ve read Hamlet, Ophelia becomes crazy and becomes obsessed with keeping track of flowers and their significance. This, to me, is a representation of the role that superstition has played in our lives throughout history and how those superstitions have shaped and defined, in particularly, our perception of women and how we expect women to behave. Her obsession also reminded me of how many women are delegated to the role of “crazy” because their behaviors or opinions slight men.
As we know, the story of Hamlet is what is called a “tragedy”. When a character is considered “tragic” it means that the character exhibited possibly heroic traits or potential greatness but could not overcome some integral flaw and ultimately did not “make the change” that would have fulfilled that heroism or greatness. The story of Hamlet is one where Hamlet could not step out of his soliloquy and see that Ophelia had been, in fact, a fine woman and that he had in fact, projected his own sense of inadequacy onto her.
I feel that this book is still extremely relevant today as women are still held to the same silly and superstitious standards of old and still fall prey to men using rumor and superstition to muddy or make disappear any women who makes them feel slighted at all. I believe that it is still happening for the same reasons it always has – a puffed up idea about manhood that is actually premised in shame and many men’s severely awkward inability to function as human beings, especially in relation to women.
The following poem is not flattering to men but it is the truth as I and many women I have known have experienced it. The result has been scores of us women trapped in prisons created by rumor and lies fed by superstition and projected shame. Many of the women I have known have lost their lives to this tragedy and many more are walking around “crazy”. My experience of this is that these women have “disappeared” and I miss them. I miss them everyday.
Hamlet and the Ophelias
Rumors spread
by boys
who since childhood
spent their lives
hiding around corners
spying
and touching themselves
they heard us there
our thoughts alone
they listened
and touched themselves
and told
rumors
spread
to hide their own
smelly fingers
and dirty shame
jealous when they saw
us dance
and sing
living beyond
their size
bitter when they knew
we weren’t ashamed
rumors
spread
boys projecting
their embarrassed adolescence
their dirty little stories
onto us.
C. Villeneuve