Nothing says "the sixties" like the word "revision," and, in keeping with those times, the fledgling feminist art movement dismissed hard-won mastery as "mere skill" and snubbed the canon of Western art as evidence of male dominion over the criteria for legitimacy and achievement. In debunking the myth of the Great (male) Artist, the women's movement hatched myths of its own. Art was hailed as one of those things that women do naturally, like lactating or menstruating. This author, however, contends that the most active feminists of this time, who, aligned with gay men against the coercive powers of norms, whether aesthetic or sexual, ultimately succeeded in belittling the complexities of our common life. She suggests that a candid stocktaking of the feminist art movement and its revisionist catechism would be useful. (Contains 9 footnotes.)