[Mrs. Don-o]

Ha! Dang, I can't find any really butch pictures with the cigar. Or anything from when she was really in her prime. There's this:

The Telegraph wrote, “Clad in leopard-skin trousers and a leather jacket, she might sit in silence for minutes on end, puffing on a cigar, after one of her students had finished reading out an essay.”

And The Guardian : “For a time she sported a monocle, and had a trick of raising her eyebrows and letting it fall on her ample bosom, which somehow made her yet more daunting.”

Also, since she always went by "Miss Anscombe," the staff at the hospital where she had her babies famously thought she was both single and a lesbian.

OK, you're right, she looks kinda like an Amishwoman. But an intimidating one.

[E. Pluribus Unum]

OK, you're right, she looks kinda like an Amishwoman. But an intimidating one.

She is not the slightest bit dyke-ish. Severe, yes. I doubt that she suffered fools lightly.