Traversing the rise of second-wave feminism, Catherine Dwyer’s documentary is an important contribution to an overlooked past
Three years ago I went searching for historic sites of the
Sydney women’s liberation movement. A Glebe terrace that was briefly the movement’s unofficial headquarters was now an unremarkable cafe where you could sip one of Sydney cheapest coffees ($2.50) and browse old Women’s Weekly magazines. The site of Sydney’s first public women’s liberation meeting now appeared to be a massage parlour.
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