She's Crafty!

You wanna see something really cool? Check out the beautiful works of Jillian Tamaki. I am in love with this Monster Quilt. The colors, the detail, the amazing creativity. It's just so wonderful. I can't stop looking at it. Each time I click the larger image, I see something new and mind-blowing.

Monster Quilt, 2011 - Jillian Tamaki

You may have seen her illustration making fun of the sexy Halloween costumes. She also has other lovely and brilliant illustrations:

And fantastic short-form comics:

But, OMG, she was also commissioned to make embroidered book covers for Penguin Classics:

They are so beautiful! I'm only a teensy bit disappointed that they aren't selling the actual fabric book covers. But only a teensy bit. I will be ordering these new printings ASAP. They're just too beautiful not to have.

I will be watching for more awesomeness from her in the future. I'm a fan!

SRPS - Blog Around

King Golden Hair by Barbara Stefan

In my most favorite class this semester, we spent a lot of time discussing stories communities tell about themselves and how that can be directly tied to their beliefs. We read several texts, and we were asked each time to not only talk about the story itself, but the reason the author chose that particular story, how it reflects his/her own purposes, and what was left out, and how that also reveals his/her purposes.

I was reminded of this lesson in media literacy when I saw this blog post by Maria Tatar in The New Yorker, about other articles celebrating newly discovered, unpublished folk stories curated by Franz Xaver von Schönwerth, and seemingly left out of the infamous Grimm Fairytale collection. As it turns out, these stories have been recorded, and exist in libraries today. But I'm curious to know why these stories were not included the Brothers Grimm collection, and why they fell out of common usage? And what does that say about them and their beliefs?

Even more importantly, the Brothers Grimm, who were responsible for establishing the folklore canon we have today in Anglo-American cultures, may have been wary of telling stories of persecuted boys, having suffered much in their own early lives. It is no accident that we refer these days to Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm almost as if they were a couple. The brothers lost their father at a young age and worked hard to educate themselves and to keep their fragile family intact. They studied law together and worked side by side for decades, taking notes, copying manuscripts, editing texts, and famously creating index card entries for their monumental dictionary of the German language. Is it any surprise that they might have found tales about quarreling brothers or male-sibling rivals less than congenial?

While they may not be ancient folktales passed down over generations, these drawings by koralie have a magical fairytale aspect

I am terribly sorry that I neglected to blog about Wollstonecraft, the fantastic kickstarter project for a series of pro-girl, pro-math, pro-science, pro-awesomeness novels for young women. But, it looks like enough of you saw it anyway, since they more than met their goal!

For Women's History Month, I wrote a three part series about Elizabeth Blackwell, the first woman to earn a medical degree in the United States. Recently, the Georgian Gentleman wrote about Dr. James Barry, who rose to the rank of Inspector General of Hospitals in Great Britain, after serving in the British Army medical corps. Only he was a she. And her secret went with her to her grave.

Dr Barry was a fiery and bombastic red-head who had a reputation for being prickly: frequently taunted for being effeminate and for having a high pitched voice Barry responded with angry outbursts. She compensated for her lack of stature (she was five foot tall in her stocking-ed feet) by wearing three inch risers in her shoes, and wore over-sized clothing. Anyone getting too personal in their remarks was likely to be challenged to a duel – reportedly she fought on several occasions and is believed to have been injured in one and reportedly shot an opponent in another. Unbelievably, the dashing young doctor even nurtured a reputation as a ladies’ man – perhaps to deflect attention.

It's a couple of years old, but this clip of Snow White offering advice to young girls tickled my humor bone after my recent review of Mirror Mirror.

Happy Birthday - Septima Poinsette Clark

I have a great belief in the fact that whenever there is chaos, it creates wonderful thinking. I consider chaos a gift.

Septima Poinsette was born on May 3, 1898, in Charleston, South Carolina. Her father had been born a slave, and worked as a caterer after the Civil War. Her mother was born free in Charleston, but was taken to Haiti during the Civil War. After the war, she worked as a launderer, but did not work for whites, and refused to let her daughters work in white houses, for fear of sexual harassment.

Septima graduated from high school in 1916, but was unable to continue on to college. Instead, she took a position as a teacher on John's Island, one of the poor, rural communities in the Sea Islands off the coast of South Carolina. She taught school children during the day, and adults at night. In fact, it was during this time that she developed innovative techniques to quickly teach adults to read, using common household items like the Sears and Roebuck Catalog.

The black school where she taught had 132 students and only one teacher besides herself (she was the teaching principal), and she eared $35 a week, while the teacher earned $25. The white school, directly across the street, had only three students, and the teacher made $85 a week. This inequality grated on Septima, and it helped to form her beliefs about equality, and motivate her to join the civil rights movement.

Photo from Lowcountry Digital Library

In 1919, she returned to Charleston to teach at an all black private academy, the Avery Normal Institute. This was also the time when she became active in the NAACP. She collected signatures on a petition to allow blacks to serve as principals in public schools, and in 1920, it succeeded.

Also in 1920, she married Nerie Clark, and they had two children, one daughter who died in infancy, and a son. The family moved to Dayton, Ohio, but sadly Nerie died from kidney failure in 1925. Septima stayed with her late-husbands family until she was able to support herself and her son, and in 1929 they moved to Columbia, South Carolina, where she worked as a teacher. Unfortunately, her salary was not enough for a single mother to raise her son, and in 1935 she made the decision to send him to live with his paternal grandparents.

She remained active in the civil rights movement, though. During the summer breaks from teaching, she studied with the legendary W.E.B. Dubois at Columbia University and Atlanta University. During the years of World War II, she earned a bachelor's degree from Benedict College, Columbia University, and then a master's from Hampton Virginia Institute.

Photo from Lowcountry Digital Library

In 1947, she returned to Charleston to care for her ailing mother, but remained quite active, teaching in the Charleston public schools, working with the YWCA, and serving as membership chairperson of the Charleston NAACP. In 1956, she was elected to serve as the vice president of the Charleston NAACP branch, which caused some problems. At that time time, the South Carolina legislature passed a law banning city or state employees from being involved with civil rights organizations. Septima refused to step down, and was summarily fired from the job she'd held for 40 years. Losing her pension, and finding herself ostracized by all other schools in Charleston, she reached out to other teachers and began looking for other opportunities to promote her vision of equality and education. While a black teachers' sorority held a fund-raiser on her behalf, none of the members would pose for a photograph with her, for fear of losing their own jobs.

I never felt that getting angry would do you any good other than hurt your own digestion, keep you from eating, which I liked to do.

She had been attending workshops at the Highland Folk School in Tennessee for a couple of years, and eventually she began teaching literacy classes there, using the techniques she had developed on John's Island. She and her cousin, Bernice Robinson, expanded the seminars, teaching formerly uneducated blacks how to fill out driver's license exams, voter registration cards, mail-order forms, and sign checks. Septima also serves as the director of workshops at the Highlander Folk School, and was responsible for recruiting teaching and students. One of the most famous and influential students to attend her workshops was Rosa Parks, who helped organize the Montgomery Bus Boycott months after participating in the workshops. 

Septima Clark and Rosa Parks

Image from Highlander Research and Education Center

"At that time I was very nervous, very troubled in my mind about the events that were occurring in Montgomery. But then I had the chance to work with Septima. She was such a calm and dedicated person in the midst of all that danger. I thought, 'If I could only catch some of her spirit.' I wanted to have the courage to accomplish the kinds of things that she had been doing for years." - Rosa Parks

Septima built on the workshop format, and began establishing "Citizenship Schools" across the Deep South, ostensibly to teach adults to read, but they also provided an excellent opportunity to empower Black communities. Because of the deep-seated racist anger and the constant threat of violence of the time, these meetings were frequently held in back rooms. The teachers were often other adults who had learned to read later in life, and this gave them a sense of leadership in their community, which would help later in the civil rights movement. While the stated goal was to give the black adults a basic education to enable them to pass literacy tests mandated by many southern states in order to effectively ban illiterate blacks from voting, the secondary goal was to empower these small communities, teach them to act collectively, protest racism, and build momentum for the larger civil rights movement.

The program of Citizenship Schools grew so large, across so many southern states, it was eventually wrapped up under the auspices of the Southern Christian Leadership Conference (SCLC), and Septima became the group's director of education and teaching, working with Andrew Young and Martin Luther King, Jr. Unfortunately, while she was fighting for racial equality, she had to endure a significant amount of sexism with in the SCLC.

She retired from the SCLC in 1970, at the age of 72. She served on the Charleston County School Board, and won her appeal to have her pension reinstated. In 1979, President Jimmy Carter honored her with a Living Legacy Award. And in 1987, she published her second autobiography, Ready from Within: Septima Clark and the Civil Rights Movement, which won the American Book Award.

Known as the "Queen Mother" or "Grandmother of the American Civil Rights Movement" in the United States, she died on December 15, 1987, at the age of 89, and was honored by Reverend Joseph Lowery of the SCLC with the Drum Major for Justice Award for "her courageous and pioneering efforts in the area of citizenship education and interracial cooperation."

SRPS Movie Night - Mirror Mirror

I saw Mirror Mirror this weekend. Here's where I admit that I didn't do my usual research before agreeing to see it. Sadly, because I haven't really been paying much attention to new movies coming out, I think I mixed this up with Snow White and the Huntsman. (Why is it that there are so often two very similar movies out at the same time?) Of course, within 30 seconds, upon the first few notes of this movie, I was aware of the mistake. My expectations dropped precipitously with the opening credits, but decided to stay and see it through. And, frankly, the idea of seeing Julia Roberts as the Evil Queen (does she even have a real name in the story?) was intriguing.

While I can't honestly say I like the movie, there are entertaining scenes, and the re-telling is interesting. The cute jokes here and there, and the stunningly beautiful costumes, go a fair way to making the film watchable. And, as expected, Julia Roberts is great. I can tell she really relished her role as the evil step-mother. And she plays it perfectly.

Nathan Lane is the consummate sycophant. He's charming and obsequious, and yet a little devious. I'm sad that they couldn't find more opportunities for him to adlib and show off his awesomeness. He gets some funny lines, and has plenty of screen time. But it also feels like they have a leash on him.

Lily Collins is adorable as Snow White. And Armie Hammer (Is that a real name? Really?) is super cute as Prince What's-his-name. Honestly, I didn't have a problem with any of the actors. They were all well-cast and did their best considering what they were given to work with.

I didn't have terribly high hopes for the story. I knew the caliber of this movie in the first few minutes, or at least what it as aiming for, and I revised my expectations accordingly. The art style of the introduction was interesting. It certainly set the artistic tone for the movie, which I kinda enjoyed. Very colorful and stylized, with puppets (or, more accurately, marionettes) telling the story leading up to where we enter. A nice touch, and appropriate since similar puppets make an appearance later in the story.

I was instantly enthralled by the mirror imagery -- how she is not just looking into the mirror, but transported to the place where her magic resides. Brilliant! What is this place? Is it her subconscious? The place where her true power lies? Or some other being to whom she is somehow connected?

But they left the parts of the story I truly dislike -- the worst parts of the story in the first place, in my opinion. Why is the Evil Queen so intent on remaining in power? Why is it important for her to remain the "fairest of them all?"Why go through all the trouble of creating a new telling and not modernizing the motives? How is this any different from Tangled? Or pretty much any other fairy tale, for that matter? Why can't we move past this trope of the evil witch/woman/queen who feeds on youth and beauty? Are we still so hung up on being beautiful as our only source of female power? What a terrible missed opportunity for bringing new life to an old tale.

I mean, the dwarfs (dwarves?) get a total and complete make-over. No longer are they Happy-go-Lucky (see what I did there?) miners who sing on their way to work. No, now they're rough and tough bandits, with new names. And a back story that explains how they came to be who they are, doing what they do. Why couldn't they come up with a decent back story for the queen? Or is she just evil? Is it all about beauty vs. ugly? The dwarfs' backstory indicated that they were ostracized because they were "uglies."

Plus, there were a whole litany of highly problematic jokes in the script, so many I can't even remember them all. The jokes that stand out in my memory include a rape joke by Nathan Lane's character, who had been turned into a cockroach and then "taken advantage of" by a grasshopper. Yuck. It wasn't even a funny joke. Just a one-liner stuck in to illustrate his further humiliation after having been turned into a roach as a form of punishment. And a dwarf crawling under a lady's skirts and snickering at her butt. Sigh.

While I have to admit I appreciate the self-rescuing princess line in the film, and the scenes of the princess training to join the dwarfs as a bandit, by that point it wasn't enough to redeem the film in my mind. While she's fighting with the prince, he spanks her with his sword. Several times. That just doesn't even... I don't... what? Is that supposed to be cute? It feels creepy.

It feels like they tried to take the original Snow White tale and turn it into a story about a princess who finds her own power, which would have been grat. But they never sold me on the fact that she actually found it. Sure, she fights some, and stages a rescue of the prince. And even rescues her father and beats the queen. But it never really feels like she is truly powerful. She's just no longer the caged up weakling she was before.

And, of course, in the end she marries the prince and they live happily ever after. Which, I guess, is what she wanted all along -- to be married to the prince. And to have her father back. I'm not saying it's a terrible movie, just that it left me feeling more disappointed than entertained. If they were trying for a movie about a princess who escapes the clutches of the evil witch and helps the prince to save the kingdom, they should have done that, although I think Tangled did it better. If they wanted a movie that showed the evil witch in all her glory... well, I suspect that might be what we see a bit more of later this summer.

SRPS Blog-Around

Happy Friday the 13th! So many great links this week, so let's get started!

If you haven't seen Tavi Gevinson of Rookie in her TEDxTeen presentation, you really need to take 8 minutes to check it out. I expect to see more great stuff from her and her generation!

And speaking of Stevie Nicks, did you see her on Up All Night last week?

Also last week there was this Big Deal Gaming Conference in Boston. I didn't get to go, sadly. But I got to see some great photos from my friends on G+ and Facebook and Tumblr.

Pokket, over at MMORPG has a good wrap-up video:

It looks like it was a great time for everyone involved, which is to be expected. PAX Prime is our major vacation destination, and maybe some day we'll be able to swing a trip to PAX East. In the meantime, I'll console myself by watching videos and reading blogs, like this great write-up by Geeks Playing Games -- including a photo of a woman in a Dr. Who Tardis skirt:

Awesome Tardis skirt; photo: geeksplayinggames.com

Actually, so much great cosplay at PAX East.

Mass Effect 3 Cosplayers; photo: Kotaku

Assassin's Creed cosplayers; photo: dynamiclunch

Little Sisters; photo: amandarenz

Uh... so many things; photo: urdnoteve

Link, Link, and Link... laughing with a salad; photo: summerhop

I really *should* know, but I don't; photo: visiblespectre

Speaking of awesome gaming stuff, there's a great Kickstarter project for a new tabletop RPG, Witch Girls Book of Shadows.

Witch Girls: BOS isn't just about us printing a book, it's about bringing table top RPGs to a new and overlooked demographic. Part of your future funding will go towards printing Quick-Character Creation guides to give away for free organizations for girls and schools to help introduce kids to Role playing games and the world of witch girls adventures as well as a larger print run.

Seems like a worthy cause. I'm all about bringing empowering games to girls!

And, lest you think I ran out of cool videos, have you seen the Lizzie Bennet Diaries?

SRPS Movie Night - Ramona and Beezus; and Happy Birthday Beverly Cleary

I don't know you. I don't want to assume that you, like me, grew up reading all the Beverly Cleary books about Beezus, Ramona, or Henry Huggins, or the many other wonderful characters she created over the years.

I can only speak for myself when I say that her books were probably the most important books in my childhood. Sure, I talk about Little House on the Prairie and Anne of Green Gables, but Ramona and Beezus came long before Laura or Anne.

So, when I saw the previews for Ramona and Beezus, the movie, I was skeptical. I mean, Hollywood doesn't have a great record when it comes to translating cherished childhood memories to the big screen. Or even the little screen.

It came out, and I missed it at the theater, and then completely forgot about it. But, luckily, I came across it on my cable line-up last week, and made a point to record it. I mean, it's been rainy here, and I need something to to do with myself, right?

I watched it last week, on a gray, rainy, depressing day, and was very pleasantly surprised. In fact, here's where I admit I re-watched it earlier this week, just because it was so sweet.

I was planning on reviewing it for you all later this month, but when I did my research for important birthdays coming up this week, and saw that today is Beverly Cleary's birthday, I had to move it up the list a bit.

If you've read any of the Ramona books, you'll immediately recognize the Ramona in the movie. She's exactly like you'd expect her to be. She's full of life and energy and all the wonderful imagination you'd expect from her. The movie itself is as sweet as you'd hope too. It's not a perfect film, but it's a heart-warming happy movie, and perfect for a rainy day or a pick-me-up when you need one.

What I love about Ramona the most is that although she is always finding herself in situations that are just plain bizarre, she is always herself. She starts off wishing she was more like her older sister, Beezus, who, if you remember the books, is perfect. But Ramona isn't perfect -- at least in that she doesn't get straight As or get great reviews from her teachers. She can't be like Beezus, because she's Ramona. We go through the movie seeing her with the infamous scene with the egg and the school picture day, and all kinds of other mishaps -- everything you'd hope to see included in the film. In the end, she is reassured by her parents, her teacher, and even Beezus, that she is exactly how she should be -- she should be the best Ramona she can be.

The only complaint I have about the movie is a very small one. I think in an effort to make the movie appeal to the adults in the audience, there is a love story between Ramona's Aunt Beatrice and Hobart, the neighbor, and a smaller, parallel romance between Beezus and Henry Huggins. Although they're sweet, and at least the women involved are somewhat independent beings outside of their romance stories, it seems a bit cliché for a kids movie. That said, I can live with that since Aunt Beatrice goes off with Hobart to live in Alaska, it still feels like adventure is more important than just getting married. Or at least like getting married is just another form of adventure.

And I'm OK with that. Because even adventurous princesses fall in love, right?

Happy Birthday Beverly Cleary. Thank you so so so much for the many hours of adventure when I was a girl.

Happy Birthday - Flora Tristán

She only lived a short while, but managed to fit several lifetimes of activism in her 41 years.

Flora Tristan is one of the most interesting women of the nineteenth century, unusual for her origins, her international experiences, her extraordinary frankness, and her unique combination of feminism, socialism, and activism. Among the writers of her time she emerged with the Utopians but went out on her own, displaying a kind of naïve fearlessness both in her activism and her sorting out of the issues.
(source: Preface from Flora Tristan, Utopian Feminist: Her Travel Diaries and Personal Crusade, edited by Doris and Paul Beik)

Flora Tristan (Flore-Celestine-Therèse-Henriette Tristan-Moscoso) was born on April 7, 1803, in Paris. Her father was a colonel in the Spanish Navy, born in Ariquipa, Peru. In fact, her father's family was well-connected in Peru, as her uncle was the Peruvian viceroy. Her mother was French. Her parent met in Bilboa, Spain, when her father was stationed there.

Her early life was marked by sadness when her father died before her fifth birthday.

I was four years old when I lost my father in Paris. He died suddenly, without having put his marital arrangements in order, and without having thought to compensate for that by arrangements in his will. My mother had only limited resources to survive on and to raise my young brother and I; she retired to the countryside, where I lived until the age of fifteen.
(source: Flora Tristan: Life Stories, by Susan Grogan)

Tragically, her father's death occurred at the same time Napoleon was at war with Spain, and so Flora and her mother were barred from claiming his inheritance, since he had been considered an enemy of the French. The lack of a will ensured their poverty. To protect her children from the hardships of growing up in the slums of Paris, her mother moved the small family to the French countryside, where they were at least able to live a simple life. Sadly, her younger brother died while still a child.

When Flora was 15, she and her mother moved back to Paris. It was here that she learned that since her parents' marriage had never been official recorded in France, she considered legally illegitimate, which severely limited her ability to move into any higher social realms by way of marriage.

Having grown up with stories of her father's aristocratic background, Flora at this time learned of her own legal illegitimacy and entered the labor market, becoming an employee of the painter and lithographer André Chazal, whom she married in 1821. The marriage was a failure, blame for which can scarcely be assessed. Flora, with her regular features, dark hair, and compelling eyes of a Spanish beauty, as acquaintances described her throughout her lifetime, was impulsive and strong-willed and had vague dreams of a better condition. Chazal thought she looked down on him and complained that she neglected the household. Irritations and mutual accusations multiplied. After four years she left their small apartment near Saint-Germain-des-Prés. Of her children one son was still with a wet nurse; the other was unwell, and Flora, pregnant with the baby who was to be her daughter Aline, use the pretext that the sick child needed fresher air, took him to her mother's apartment, and never returned to Chazal. There began a long contest with her husband, thirteen years full of charges and countercharges and appearance in court, and finally, on September 10, 1838,... he shot her... Flora, out of danger in a few weeks despite a bullet that remained in her chest, received increased notoriety at Chazal's trial, which led to his sentencing to twenty years of forced labor, later commuted to imprisonment...

In those thirteen years between abandonment of her husband in 1825 and his attempt on her life in 1838, Flora Tristan struggled, first, to make her own way, and then to become someone. Finally, she began to succeed.
(source: Preface from Flora Tristan, Utopian Feminist: Her Travel Diaries and Personal Crusade, edited by Doris and Paul Beik) 

After her daughter Aline (who would become Paul Gauguin's mother) was born, she left her three children to be cared for by her own mother, while she took a position as a servant to an English family. In 1826, she traveled to England, and began to take notes of her surroundings and society, but she claimed to have destroyed them later because she was embarrassed as they revealed her low status. Her position took her on trips to Switzerland and italy, and likely many other places. Her husband attempted to use her position against her, and filed claims in court accusing her of being a "kept woman." This only fueled her desire to be independent.

What is certain is that Flora was strongly motivated by what she called her pariah condition -- that of a woman trying to be independent in spite of legal and social barriers to divorce and other handicaps women faced if they tried to earn a living and think intelligently about public affairs.
(source: Preface from Flora Tristan, Utopian Feminist: Her Travel Diaries and Personal Crusade, edited by Doris and Paul Beik)  

In 1833, at the age of 30, she and her mother traveled to Ariquipa to claim his inheritance, which was under the care of her uncle. She was unable to win her petition, but her time in Peru was not wasted. During her stay, she wrote a travel diary about her experiences during the post-independence period of Peru, The Peregrinations of a Pariah, published in 1838.

She witnessed from within privileged circles, yet with the eyes of a European outsider, the behavior of rich and poor, of women, of priests, soldiers, politicians, and slaves in a still underdeveloped society. Indeed, she watched all of these during a period of civil war and, as her principal biographer Jules Puech notes, must have been stirred by and awakening consciousness of her own perspectives and capabilities. She recorded all of this with much talent and little restraint, and her notebooks, partly confessional and partly reportage of a high order, were to open her way to a career, first in literature and then in social action.
(source: Preface from Flora Tristan, Utopian Feminist: Her Travel Diaries and Personal Crusade, edited by Doris and Paul Beik)

Upon returning to France, she became increasingly bold in the expression of her beliefs and actions. She began a new career as a travel writer, by publishing a brief pamphlet in 1835 discussing why women traveling alone should be treated better, based on her personal experiences and convictions. She continued to travel, and to write about her experiences in the Revue de Paris.

It was also during this time that she began to recognize the changes in French society, as well as to become more politically active on behalf of workers and women. She wrote a letter to the French Chamber of Deputies in 1837 urging the legalization of divorce. In 1838, after her recovery from being shot by her husband, she wrote her first attempt at fiction, Méphis. Framed as a narration of the lives of two lovers, the protagonist represents the working classes, while the woman he is in love with, the Spanish stranger, represents womankind in its desire for a meaningful life.

Now her travel writings were not only about her experiences as a tourist, but also as a social commentator. In 1839, she again traveled to England, this time critiquing the whole of English society, from the way it treated its prisoners (male and female), the industrial revolution, several different slums, and even the after-hours clubs where wealthy young men mingled with lower-class women. She even wore a Turkish man's clothing to sneak into the House of Parliament, where women were not allowed.

It was during this time she began to promote the concept of forming a Utopia (a rather popular idea at that time). She hosted a salon in her apartment, continued to attend social events, and continued to work on several different manuscripts and novels. She also spent much of her time addressing the needs and concerns of workers, even signing a letter of solidarity between French and English socialists.

In 1843, her book Workers' Union was published, which was to be her most remarkable contribution to the movement.

The workers' union she envisaged should be capable of looking after its elderly and its sick and disabled while educating its children and its women so that they might be free and mature individuals. 
(source: Preface from Flora Tristan, Utopian Feminist: Her Travel Diaries and Personal Crusade, edited by Doris and Paul Beik)

Sadly, she contracted Yellow Fever in 1844, and died in November of that year. Several of her works were published posthumously, and she was celebrated for a few years during the socialist movement in Europe. Her popularity faded though, and she was nearly forgotten in the later part of the 19th century. It wasn't until the 1920s, and again in the late-1940s that her work began to receive more attention. She is now recognized as one of the first feminists and a renown socialists in France, and around the world.