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Women In The 17th, 18th, and 19th century
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In the 17th century rich women would normally be taught at home by a tutor, they were taught subjects like Latin, French, Needlework, and how to converse, and they were also taught how to look pretty and to play instruments like the piano. When they were older there parents would decide who they were going to marry and the family of the women would pay a dowry to the parents of the husband. They only got married to get more popular and look more important, if the wives husband thought the wives got annoying the husband would put a scolds...
any more, the would just wear tight cloths and shorter dresses so they could dance easier because they danced differently, they swung about more and moved there legs more.

My Conclussion I think the role of women changed quite a lot, because its all lead to the world how it is today which is nothing like it was then. If the people did half of what we did today then the people wouldn't of found it very polite. I think all the changes that happened in the 20th century were good because women were treated more equally like men.

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