The journey that Janie took with Logan, Joe, Teacake, and finally herself changed her outlook on things in life like love and life. “Seeing the woman as she was made them remember the envy they had stored up from other times. So they chewed up the back parts of their minds and swallowed relish. They made burning statements with questions, and killing tools out of laughs. It was mass cruelty. A mood come alive. Words walking without masters; walking altogether like harmony in a song” (Hurston 2). Even when returning from her journey people expected for Janie to conform to a“normal” woman of Eatonville.The aspect of male dominance was used when Janie returned home when she was being noticed by the men, but the aspect of freedom and feminism is also shown but soon taken away from her in hopes that she would conform like the rest of the women in the town. “The men noticed her firm buttocks like she had grape fruits in her hip pockets; the great rope of black hair swinging to her waist and unraveling in the wind like a plume; then her pugnacious breasts trying to bore holes in her shirt. They, the men, were saving with the mind what they lost with the
The journey that Janie took with Logan, Joe, Teacake, and finally herself changed her outlook on things in life like love and life. “Seeing the woman as she was made them remember the envy they had stored up from other times. So they chewed up the back parts of their minds and swallowed relish. They made burning statements with questions, and killing tools out of laughs. It was mass cruelty. A mood come alive. Words walking without masters; walking altogether like harmony in a song” (Hurston 2). Even when returning from her journey people expected for Janie to conform to a“normal” woman of Eatonville.The aspect of male dominance was used when Janie returned home when she was being noticed by the men, but the aspect of freedom and feminism is also shown but soon taken away from her in hopes that she would conform like the rest of the women in the town. “The men noticed her firm buttocks like she had grape fruits in her hip pockets; the great rope of black hair swinging to her waist and unraveling in the wind like a plume; then her pugnacious breasts trying to bore holes in her shirt. They, the men, were saving with the mind what they lost with the