I often wonder what sort of stance I would've taken had I been a young, woman kicking around during one of history's more oppressive times. Would I have been courageous enough to harbor jews during WW2? A suffragette marching for the right to vote? Outspoken enough to take on family in my fight to marry for love, not political ambitions during the Valencian Renaissance?
While I'll probably never know the answers to these questions, save for a sit down with a past life regressionist, what I do know is that I would've been a Gibson Girl.
The Gibson Girl is that ass kicking independent chick who roamed the US in the late nineteenth and early twentieth century, forging her independence from mundane house-wifery and life-long servitude through pursuits like tennis and golf. And she was a uniquely fashionable bitch to boot. Yes this is a girl who used sports and personal style as a means of self expression and freedom. And for those of you who know me and know me well, this will ring eerily familiar.
She's currently on display in the fabulous American Woman exhibition at The Met in NYC - see my own personal photo above - a MUST SEE display of all things feminist through the ages. Thumbs up to the ladies who came before us, and who continue to march to their own drummer.
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