Perhaps I am grown rebellious, a bawdy Slut hollering at passers-by and flaunting her wares.  A perpetrator of shock. 

She is treacherous, a Femme Castatrice; she is not an object for the male gaze but an active agent, seducing daughters from their “proper” gender roles.  She tells them to reject the commodification of their glorious bodies, to cast off the shackles of expectation, and save themselves instead of waiting for another.