In the past few years I've come to realize that there is some sort of a priori feminist knowledge I simply don't possess. Not "click" moments or a sense of "coming into awareness" or whatever, but an internal rage calculator that lets me immediately grok what's wrong with this.
So, visible ribs on mannequins is a thing to get enraged about? I swear I'm not being sarcastic. I can't tell you whether the mannequins at my preferred department store have heads let alone visible ribs.