I remember looking back at my growing up in the fifties and thinking it wasn't so bad, and then a friend gave me a big stack of
magazines from the 1950s, and as I read through them, I was AMAZED at the sexism, racial stereotypes (or actually mostly complete invisibility of anyone other than white women) in them. I was seeing yesterday's magazines with today's eyes, and it really surprised me.
I just took for granted that I'd be paid less, many fields were simply closed to me, and that I was routinely overlooked in the brains department, and valued far more for my looks than for my quite nice brain. I'm embarrassed sometimes at how passively I accepted the limitations of that time, but it was like the air you breathed or a fish swimming in water, so obvious as to not be noticed.
I wish I could say I'd been one of the ones who fought to change it, but have, instead, to just be grateful for the ones who fought for me, because I was far too passively accepting of my "place" in those days, sadly.