By choice (Rosalind Franklin) did not emphasize her feminine qualities. Though her features were strong, she was not unattractive and might have been quite stunning if she had taken a mild interest in clothes. This she did not. There was never lipstick to contrast her straight black hair, while at the age of thirty one her dresses showed all the imagination of English blue-stocking adolescents. So it was quite easy to imagine her the product of an unsatisfied mother who unduly stressed the desirability of professional careers that could save bright girls from marriages to dull men.
I started reading this The Double Helix on the way to work to morning, and it has set me up for a terrible mood and a terrible day. James Watson, you are a penis.