OK.  I find this article kind of baffling.

When I was 16, I read the Bell Jar as a story about the effects of trying to squeeze yourself into a mold of femininity that didn’t fit.  Like a Catcher in the Rye or Dead Poet’s Society for girls.  I felt like i was under an immense amount of pressure to both do well in school and to figure out how to be happy and popular.  And I rebelled by performing a very nerdy kind of craziness – with torn up jeans and clothes I’d dyed black, doing theater tech and laughing hysterically in math class because I was so exhausted.  And sex was baffling – boys my own age were actively repulsed by me (two boys ended up in a slap fight at graduation over not standing next to me) but older men thought I was mighty fine.  And The Bell Jar, Girl Interrupted and The Yellow Wallpaper all said, it’s not your fault you feel crazy.

How is Meg Wolitzer not seeing that?