he yellow wallpaper\ by charlotte perkins gilman it is very seldom that mere ordinary people like john and myself secure ancestral halls for the summer. a colonial mansion, a hereditary estate, i would say a haunted house, and reach the height of romantic felicity—but that would be asking too much of fate! still i will proudly declare that there is something queer about it. else, why should it be let so cheaply? and why have stood so long untenanted? john laughs at me, of course, but one expects that in marriage. john is practical in the extreme. he has no patience with faith, an intense horror of superstition, and he scoffs openly at any talk of things not to be felt and seen and put down in figures. john is a physician, and perhaps—(i would not say it to a living soul, of course, but this is dead paper and a great relief to my mind)—perhaps that is one reason i do not get well faster. you see he does not believe i am sick! and what can one do? if a physician of high standing, and ones own husband, assures friends and relatives that there is really nothing the matter with one but temporary nervous depression—a slight hysterical tendency—what is one to do? my brother is also a physician, and also of high standing, and he says the same thing. so i take phosphates or phosphites—whichever it is, and tonics, and journeys, and air, and exercise, and am absolutely forbidden to work until i am well again. personally, i disagree with their ideas. read the excerpt from he yellow wallpaper.\ john does not know how much i really suffer. he knows there is no reason to suffer, and that satisfies him. of course it is only nervousness. it does weigh on me so not to do my duty in any way! i meant to be such a help to john, such a real rest and comfort, and here i am a comparative burden already! nobody would believe what an effort it is to do what little i am able,—to dress and entertain, and order things. how does the narrators viewpoint reveal a social attitude of gilmans time? the narrator thinks that her husband displays a great deal of nervousness, and she wonders about its source. the narrator feels an overwhelming responsibility to meet societys expectations. the narrator questions her place in society and her role as a mother and a wife. the narrator questions why she should perform certain duties, such as entertaining guests.

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he yellow wallpaper\ by charlotte perkins gilman it is very seldom that mere ordinary people like john and myself secure ancestral halls for the summer. a colonial mansion, a hereditary estate, i would say a haunted house, and reach the height of romantic felicity—but that would be asking too much of fate! still i will proudly declare that there is something queer about it. else, why should it be let so cheaply? and why have stood so long untenanted? john laughs at me, of course, but one expects that in marriage. john is practical in the extreme. he has no patience with faith, an intense horror of superstition, and he scoffs openly at any talk of things not to be felt and seen and put down in figures. john is a physician, and perhaps—(i would not say it to a living soul, of course, but this is dead paper and a great relief to my mind)—perhaps that is one reason i do not get well faster. you see he does not believe i am sick! and what can one do? if a physician of high standing, and ones own husband, assures friends and relatives that there is really nothing the matter with one but temporary nervous depression—a slight hysterical tendency—what is one to do? my brother is also a physician, and also of high standing, and he says the same thing. so i take phosphates or phosphites—whichever it is, and tonics, and journeys, and air, and exercise, and am absolutely forbidden to work until i am well again. personally, i disagree with their ideas. read the excerpt from 	he yellow wallpaper.\ john does not know how much i really suffer. he knows there is no reason to suffer, and that satisfies him. of course it is only nervousness. it does weigh on me so not to do my duty in any way! i meant to be such a help to john, such a real rest and comfort, and here i am a comparative burden already! nobody would believe what an effort it is to do what little i am able,—to dress and entertain, and order things. how does the narrators viewpoint reveal a social attitude of gilmans time? the narrator thinks that her husband displays a great deal of nervousness, and she wonders about its source. the narrator feels an overwhelming responsibility to meet societys expectations. the narrator questions her place in society and her role as a mother and a wife. the narrator questions why she should perform certain duties, such as entertaining guests.

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# Brief Explanations:
The narrator expresses distress about not fulfilling societal duties (like being a help to John) and the effort to do basic tasks (dress, entertain, order things). This reflects the social attitude of Gilman's time where women were expected to conform to specific roles (supportive wife, capable of domestic/social duties) and any deviation (even due to mental distress) was seen as a burden. The text shows the narrator internalizing these expectations ("not to do my duty in any way...a comparative burden already") which was a common social attitude - women's worth tied to fulfilling these roles.
# Answer:
The narrator feels an overwhelming responsibility to meet society's expectations.

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