I can recognise their faces when I see them on a bus or in a meeting or on the street or in a film: women with lines that speak of daring and courage, cackling laughter, agonised love, vision, verve, constant observation. You could call it the ‘Liberation Look’, along with a certain direct freedom of bearing and speaking.
It took a lot of bravery to be part of the Women’s Liberation Movement when it started here back in 1969. You had to feel impelled, not only to burst the…