* Why haven't there been any great women writers, artists?

Why haven't there been as many great women art makers as one might like?

Marcel Proust, in "Remembrance of Things Past," was willing to make himself look bad. He was willing to write about the character Marcel in a way that made him look like a real creep sometimes.

The vibe of the writing is that he didn't care either way about making himself look bad. He wanted to be accurate.