Read the excerpt from "Why I Wrote 'The Yellow Wallpaper.'" Then, using the remnants of intelligence that remained, and helped 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?