One thing you don't find any more, anywhere, is a dispassionate appraisal of mild misogyny...

Usually, I've noticed, that when things (ideas or propositions) are condemned out of hand, without reservation, the reason is an utter inability to refute them.  And, in this post post modern world, things like "Kleptomania is a peculiarly female vice," or "All women are born with a proclivity for dissembling,"  meet with irrational fury simply because they seem to be universally true, with no exceptions that anybody can think of.

And irrational fury (or furious unreason) usually begins with a denial that either of these otherwise quite dissimilar women were in fact kleptomaniacs--in the face of massive evidence that they were. That, of course, is the way of irrational fury.  Mind, I am not asserting that they were in any other way alike, or that I myself have an opinion on their Gazza ladra tendencies--though I find Queen Mary's determination to get away with, or to excuse, her pilferings on account of her royal status considerably more irritating than Hedy Lamarr's ridiculous "I was going to pay for them, but I forgot."  And, in sum, I like Hedy Lamarr a whole lot more than I do Mary of Teck, and I blame her far less for her bizarreries--considering how much more she accomplished in her life than simply having lain back and thought of England.