Born in 1759, Mary Wolsomcraft was an avid enthusiast of the French Revolution, and every bit it's adherent.

She was considered a founding feminist philosopher by the 21st century intelligentsia.

And Wollston's craft was better known during her lifetime for her sexual indiscretion and numerous

relationships than she was for her writing.

One such relationship was with the political anarchist, William Godwin.

This relationship produced a daughter whose name was Mary also.

She would come to champion many of the same anarchist, revolutionary, and

feminist ideals. Mary the younger would go on to wed one of her father's political

followers Percy Shelly, who was married to someone else when they began a sexual relationship together.

After his death, she would engage in sexual relationships with women.

She also kept Percy's charred hearts in her desk as a souvenir.

Percy would gain recognition after his death for his poetry,

while Mary went underwrite a work of fiction that would start an entire horror genre. That work, of course, Frankenstein or the modern Prometheus. What is often

overlooked about the book however is that it wasn't meant to celebrate the

sexual revolutionary ideals of the French Revolution.

Instead it was meant to show at least in part how monstrous they had become in Shelley's life.

The book was, according to E. Michael Jones, written as, quote, a protest against the sexual revolutionary

theories of the day by someone who had gotten badly burned by close exposure to them, end quote.

The irony is, of course, thick here. The irony is of course thick here.

The woman who is celebrated as a champion of the sexual revolution was actually lobbying

a damning expose against it with Frankenstein.

She had seen firsthand how monstrous sexual immorality could become,

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