"Children, I grant, should be innocent; but when the epithet is applied to men, or women, it is but a civil term for weakness"
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Innocence sounds like a compliment until Wollstonecraft turns it into an insult with a scalpel’s calm. She grants childhood innocence as a developmental fact, then exposes how the same word, stapled onto adults, becomes social anesthesia: a “civil” way of praising people for being pliable, unthreatening, easy to govern. The elegance is in the pivot from “should be” to “is but” - moral prescription to political diagnosis. The line doesn’t rage; it coolly re-labels a virtue as a strategy of control.
The intent is unmistakably feminist, but not narrowly so. Wollstonecraft is writing against an 18th-century culture that aestheticized female purity and delicacy while denying women education, economic independence, and full citizenship. Calling a grown woman “innocent” flatters her into staying ignorant; it dignifies inexperience as character. Men, too, can be “innocent” in this sense: any adult rewarded for not seeing, not questioning, not insisting. The word becomes a velvet muzzle.
Subtext: the Enlightenment’s talk of reason and rights is hollow if it rests on a gendered division of mental labor. “Innocence” is revealed as a social role, not an inner state - a performance that reassures those with power. Wollstonecraft’s provocation is that maturity demands friction: knowledge, desire, judgment, even a little moral risk. If innocence is the prize, adulthood is the punishment. She refuses that bargain, insisting that strength - intellectual and ethical - is the only respectable alternative to being politely diminished.
The intent is unmistakably feminist, but not narrowly so. Wollstonecraft is writing against an 18th-century culture that aestheticized female purity and delicacy while denying women education, economic independence, and full citizenship. Calling a grown woman “innocent” flatters her into staying ignorant; it dignifies inexperience as character. Men, too, can be “innocent” in this sense: any adult rewarded for not seeing, not questioning, not insisting. The word becomes a velvet muzzle.
Subtext: the Enlightenment’s talk of reason and rights is hollow if it rests on a gendered division of mental labor. “Innocence” is revealed as a social role, not an inner state - a performance that reassures those with power. Wollstonecraft’s provocation is that maturity demands friction: knowledge, desire, judgment, even a little moral risk. If innocence is the prize, adulthood is the punishment. She refuses that bargain, insisting that strength - intellectual and ethical - is the only respectable alternative to being politely diminished.
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