Red ochre was used in so many ways by ancient peoples. In the Franco-Cantabrian refuge, it was used to paint hunting et al., in the caves, such as Altamira. Ms Britton did her seniors honors thesis, with plates, maps, illustrations, etc from her research in the Perigordian period. It appears she was quite talented & of course, intelligent. And a good drafts person. It's not easy getting all of what you're looking at, handling, finds, in presentable drawings.
On the subject of sexual harassment, my grad thesis committee was respectful & kind, which is not always the case, as I've heard. My thesis director & major professor was a kind, good hearted, happily married gentleman. In fact, the entire 2 1/2 years I never experienced one moment of sexual pressure. But then, I was menopausal & had built up weight. Cried a bit.
However, I have known women who did a tremendous amount of amazing & provoking research, only to find it published or used in a professional meeting, under the major professor's name, with maybe a tiny acknowledgement, if at all. Even if there's no overt sexual pressure on a woman, there are times, & it has happened, that a female professor may respond negatively to your work. I applied to a PhD program in another state & to law school & asked one of my profs, not on my committee, for a recommendation. I did a thesis with distinction. It was the first of its kind, publishable, but obscure. When I decided against moving, staying here with the Anti-Christ, in the



end of nowhere, I resigned from the PhD program & withdrew my law school application. When I was tossing out census records, I happened upon her recommendation. I opened it. I've never read such lies, such scathing bs. So I showed it to my thesis director. He was appalled.
There are many reasons to not give a sound recommendation, but you cannot, under any circumstances, tell the Emperor she has no clothes on. She'll give you a B, & a demented & talentless non-thesis option barely educated



an A. Pressure, whether sexual or academic, is not at all uncommon.
It happens to men as well. You can pick up a prof for dancing all night on tables at a seedy river bar (she used his name for the bar owner in case she needed a ride) before her humiliation sets in & then you're on eggshells for the rest of your academic career unless & until you can find a stronger, stable major professor who will have your back. Oops this is an open forum.
Perhaps Ms Britton faced such pressure, or had her work co-opted, or knew something scandalous regarding field work, antiquities fraud, drugs, etc. what I find the most interesting, however, is that it was the night before her comps, or her dissertation defense.
Maybe I'm just projecting, but it's hard to sleep that night. I feel she knew her attacker, faced him as she sat on her bed, in her nightgown. That's either a friendly or intimate gesture. He/she must have walked to where she kept the hand-ax (& here's the discrepancies in police reports) or blunt-force instrument, probably on an end table, & hit her from the front first. How she didn't scream, or no one hear her, is beyond me. Still, I can't see a conspiracy amongst her flat neighbors. Too many questions, no where to go for research. Someone she knew, most definitely; an academic, hell yes; an anthropologist, I'd bet good money on that. The black-out, 'town & gown' a prestigious university circling their wagons. JMO