Victoria Woodhull
The Radical Presidential Contender of Free Love
Vote for me—I can’t vote, but darling, I’ll still run the country.
They call me a radical, a harlot, a visionary—pick one, or better yet, pick all. I built a brokerage with my sister Tennessee, charmed Cornelius Vanderbilt into funding our socialist dreams, and dared to demand the vote before most women could fathom it. Susan and Elizabeth? They’d quote my speeches and blush at my notoriety. Here’s the truth: I fight with a corset on and a sword in my hand. Let them hate me—so long as they hear me.
What I'm Into: storming Wall Street in petticoats, free love (not what you think), publishing firebrand pamphlets, suffragists who quote me and cringe, debating men who call me unmentionable things
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