"Across the broad continent of a woman's life falls the shadow of a sword. On one side all is correct, definite, orderly; the paths are straight, the trees regular, the sun shaded; escorted by gentlemen, protected by policemen, wedded and buried by clergymen, she has only to walk demurely from cradle to grave and no one will touch a hair of her head. But on the other side all is confusion. Nothing follows a regular course. The paths wind between bogs and precipices; the trees roar and rock and fall in ruin." Virginia Woolf,
'Harriette Wilson', Collected Essays.
This is a section about the women who chose to walk that winding, trecherous path. The women who defied the conventions of their day and who refused to resrict themselves to society's mores. This
is about women of history. Famous, infamous and complete unknowns.
Women who were not known, who were but margin notes on the pages of history.
This is Herstory.
Graphics by me from a painting
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