gerald's heroines are destructive, leaving broken-hearted men and confused lives behind them.
The assertive males in Fitzgerald's fiction hope to become financially successful. The flappers, as both Hall and Fitzgerald describe them, do not think of themselves as possible financial successes. Hall sees them as a new variety of potential mothers. To Fitzgerald the flappers are many things. They are glamorous. They are love objects. They are pleasure objects. They inspire men to seek success, but the inspiration they provide often turns out to be a delusion. However, the flapper does not seek economic success in her own right. For all her new freedom, she is without visible means of support until a male agrees to support her.
Note the difference between G. Stanley Hall's world view and Fitzgerald's simply by contrasting the way they write. Compare Hall's style with the style of The Great Gatsby. Hall is writing for the Atlantic Monthly, a conservative, highly respected magazine, in a style that was already old-fashioned in 1922. He relies heavily on words of Greek and Latin origin and on phrases borrowed from other languages, often using them half playfully. The style is meant to be dignified and mildly humorous. To a modern reader it is likely to seem bland and stuffy. Remember that Hall's flappers are somewhat younger than Fitzgerald's. Hall mentions the age of 17, and when he discusses high school girls, one can assume that most of the girls are 17 or younger. Yet the differences between Hall's view of the flappers and Fitzgerald's cannot be explained simply as a difference in the ages of the girls they describe. Some of Fitzgerald's early heroines are no more than 18. Zelda Sayre, the model for Rosalind Connage, was barely 18 when Fitzgerald met her, and was already behaving like the flappers in his fiction.
When, years ago, I first heard the picturesque word "Flapper" applied to a girl, I thought of a loose sail flapping in whatever wind may blow, and liable to upset the craft it is meant to impel. There was also in my mind the flitting and yet cruder mental imagery of a wash, just hung out to dry in the light and breeze, before it is starched and ironed for use. I