One the one hand, it’s a wonderful story about someone who had to work just to get through high school who became “one of the top three or four shrimp authorities in the entire world” without a university education. On the other, it’s a time capsule that reveals much about attitudes towards women in the 1950s.
The article makes much of her being a housewife, and calls her “vivacious,” and then there’s this, which I can just hear in one of those old news reader voices from the 1950s:
For a little girl (she still looks girlish even though one son is 23) Bonnie deals in big names.
I hope that none of my female colleagues have ever had to face something that blatantly patronizing.