One night in the 1970s, Jean, my stepmom, and I watched a news story about the women’s movement. Jean, who’d grown up during the Great Depression, worked for DuPont from when she graduated high school until she was 65.
Though Jean created some ways to test fabrics, Jean was never credited for her work. Because she wasn’t male. When a reporter interviewed women (law students, nurses, secretaries) who were fighting against sexism, I thought Jean would cheer them on.