Read the excerpt from "why i wrote 'the yellow wallpaper.'" then, using the remnants of intelligence that remained, and by a wise friend, i cast the noted specialist’s advice to the winds and went to work again—work, the normal life of every human being; work, in which is joy and growth and service, without which one is a pauper and a parasite—ultimately recovering some measure of power. which social attitude of gilman’s era does this excerpt demonstrate?