History of Feminism

My own childhood was scarred by dressup and careful posing, never having my picture taken when I was doing anything like painting or making sparklers with my chemistry set or building a Lincoln Log casket to hold the stupid dolls I never played with. Anyone who sees the few pictures of my youth would think I was a doll, myself, taken out of a box full of cotton batting once a year for a photograph and replaced carefully, never to be marred with a skinned knee or lump on the head from a rock in a snowball.

Other than the photos taken of starving women during the Depression and Rosie the Riveter during WWII, photos I saw growing up were of everything female being decorative objects.

I love this project. Thank you so much for posting it. And the little girl in the tutu with the basketball says it all, that we're not just little dollies put in the world to look at, we actually get out into that world and do things.