Plath Slut is a name given to any 14 - 17 year old who happens to stumble upon the works of poet Sylvia Plath. Upon discovering her work they become infatuated with despair, suicide, self harm and general hatred for the world and Ted Hughes are aquired. These 'select' group of highly 'misunderstood' and 'unique' individuals may also enjoy bands like the manics and have a tendancy to wear non-prescription spectacles.
I was in the bloody English Lit lecture today like, and the place was filled with fuckin' Plath Sluts.
From Kaufman (2001; Kaufman & Baer, 2002), a psychologist -- the Sylvia Plath Effect is the finding that female poets are more likely to commit suicide than any other kind of writer (male or female).
Perhaps one cause of the Sylvia Plath effect is that creative writing gatekeepers such as editors or teachers may unconsciously expect a quality poem written by a woman to be heartfelt and moving without holding similar expectations for a poem written by a man.
James Plath is a benevolent, omnipotent deity who sews amber waves of honey and light in his writings. His teachers or that of a new phenomenology comparable to that of the ancient text of Babylon. His criticism is both in the lens of foresight and hindsight, as he can peer thought the mind, heart, and soul of us who is not worthy of his grace. His potent fertility is only parallel to magnitude and girth of his phallus.
His review of Mickey, Donald, Goofy: The Three Musketeers is completely justified and objectively correct, just as his teachings in life and literature.
Him: Man, I love James Plath's critique of "Mickey, Donald, Goofy: The Three Musketeers." It's so profound!