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| Character | Moira O'Hara | |
|---|---|---|
| Gender | Female | |
| Age Range(s) | Adult (36-50), Senior (>50) | |
| Type of monologue / Character is | Descriptive, Reminiscing life story/Telling a story, Comforting somebody | |
| Type | Dramatic | |
| Year | 2011 | |
| Period | Contemporary | |
| Genre | Drama, Horror | |
| Description | Moira talks to Vivien about men and the house. | |
| Details | Season 1, Ep. 8, "The Rubber Man" Middle | |
Summary
Moira reassures Vivien that she is not crazy. She talks about men and warns about the spirits in the house.
Written by Spencer McFarland
| Excerpt |
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| There, there, madame. You just need a good cry... sometimes, it’s the best possible thing. That’s what men do. They make you think you’re crazy so they can have their fun. Haven’t you read The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gillman? Her husband, a doctor, locks her away in the upstairs bedroom to recuperate from a slight hysterical tendency. Staring at the yellow wallpaper day after day, she begins to hallucinate that there are women trapped in the pattern. Half-mad, she scrapes off the wallpaper to set the women free. When her husband finally unlocks the door, he finds her circling the room, touching the wallpaper, whispering, “I finally got out of here." Since the beginning of time, men find excuses to lock women away. They make up diseases like hysteria. Do you know where that word comes from? The Greek word for uterus. In the second century, they thought it was caused by sexual deprivation. And the only possible cure was hysterical paroxysm. Orgasms. Doctors would masturbate women in their office and call it medicine. It was 100 years ago, but we’re no better off today. Men are still inventing ways to drive women over the edge. Look at you and Mr. Harmon. Cheating on you and leaving you here, pregnant with twins, alone, to care for your truant teenage daughter. Any woman would lose her mind. May I speak freely, Mrs. Harmon? You are not crazy. And the strange things you are experiencing? I’m afraid it’s not the drugs. I’ve never said this to any of my employers, for fear of losing their trust or my job, but this house is possessed. Things break, disappear. Doors open for no reason. There are spirits here. Malevolent spirits. Mrs. Harmon, please hear me. You need to get out while you still can. I fear for you if you don’t. |
