Our usual art teacher, Mr. Richardson, had told us that men tended to make art while women were the inspiration. I thought this might explain why so many of the women in the paintings we studied in our textbook were naked—Waterhouse’s water nymphs among the lily pads; Renoir’s voluptuous nudes; and Manet’s bizarre painting of a picnic luncheon with two fully clothed men and a woman whose dress must have fallen off—it was unlike any picnic I’d ever attended.