Men want to be him, some gay men can relate the femininty he displays, and straight women just plain want him. Presently, not only must sex be universal, but those advocating a cause or purpose must appeal to all, and in essence, become universal. If you are women, you are lacking in intelligence, If you are women, you must obey man, he knows best, If you are man, you dictate women, what you say is law, If you are women and man mistreats you, you may not defend your honor, dignity nor rights. Within the play Trifles, the suppossed guidelines of late, are not only apparent, but stand out like a sore thumb. The ridiculous manner in which women were regarded, is displyed and subtly disproved in the work by Susan Glaspell.
Gender is the easiest category in which to stereotype, and also to differentiate.
Before we are anything, we are human, and directly following, we are either man or woman. But why should our sexuality limit us, and who is to say that one race is superior to another. Glaspell, through ingenious and somewhat dark humor, makes the man of her time, who deemed themselves the among the top of the heirarchy, out for what they really were, no better than women. Contrary to the fact that the women through no fault of their own have been molded though centuries, and persuaded that because of her sex, she is a virtual servant to man. She can never be equal to him, but the irony is soon presented in the play, and Glaspell's point dominates.