"The vast majority chronicled the lives of men, mostly white ones; even in the last two years, just over one in five of our subjects were female. Charlotte Brontë wrote 'Jane Eyre'; Emily Warren Roebling oversaw construction of the Brooklyn Bridge when her husband fell ill; Madhubala transfixed Bollywood; Ida B. Wells campaigned against lynching. Yet all of their deaths went unremarked in our pages, until now...."

From "Overlooked/Since 1851, obituaries in The New York Times have been dominated by white men. Now, we're adding the stories of 15 remarkable women." (NYT). Among the omitted are Diane Arbus, who died in 1971. You'd think by 1971, the NYT would have caught up to the idea that women are people. But perhaps the fame of Diane Arbus was slow-developing, mostly post-death.  I was, at first, struck by the failure to do an obituary for Sylvia Plath, but she died in 1963, and I think it's pretty clear in that case that her fame arrived posthumously, perhaps because women's-movement proponents were working to elevate stories about women.

Yes, we the general public got to know Arbus because of a book of her work that came out in 1972 (a year after her death), and Sylvia Plath got big because of "The Bell Jar," which was published in 1971, 8 years after her death. And both Arbus and Plath committed suicide. As the NYT says in its late-arriving obituary for Plath, "Because the death was a suicide, Plath’s family did not much advertise it...." If someone who is not already quite famous commits suicide, I'm guessing, obituaries are rare, even for white men.

As for obituaries like the one for the man who invented Stove Top stuffing and the man who named the Slinky, they don't stand for the proposition that men don't have to do much to get a NYT obituary. They stand for the NYT practice of doing quirky obituaries for people with interestingly specific accomplishments. These are a wonderful sub-genre in the NYT, some of the most fun reading the newspaper offers. Don't diminish these obituaries as evidence of sex discrimination. I love those things, and they're often about women.

Here's an article from last year about a documentary about writing obituaries in the NYT:

The range of what The Times considers interesting enough for an obituary accounts for what has made those pages so captivating every day. Mr. Weber, Mr. Vitello and fellow obit writers Margalit Fox, William Grimes and Douglas Martin are as amusing about as they are amused by some of their subjects, whether it was Manson Whitlock, one of the last typewriter repairmen, who died at 96 in 2013, or Meadowlark Lemon, the seemingly indestructible clown prince of the Harlem Globetrotters, who died at 83 in 2015.... And one comes away from [the film] “Obit” grateful that the paper has at its disposal a team of humane, gifted people who make commemorating the dead a lively, lasting art.

The NYT should show respect to its own writers, and to the minor characters like Manson Whitlock, whose deaths were plucked from obscurity not because they were white men but because there was a subtle, lovely humanity at the NYT:

Over time he fixed more than 300,000 machines, tending manuals lovingly, electrics grudgingly and computers never.

“I don’t even know what a computer is,” Mr. Whitlock told The Yale Daily News, the student paper, in 2010. “I’ve heard about them a lot, but I don’t own one, and I don’t want one to own me.”...

The shop, near the Yale campus, attracted a tide of students and faculty members; the Pulitzer Prize-winning writers Robert Penn Warren, Archibald MacLeish and John Hersey; the Yale classicist Erich Segal, who wrote the best-selling novel “Love Story” on a Royal he bought there; and, on at least one occasion, President Gerald R. Ford.

In recent years, however, until he closed the shop in June, Mr. Whitlock was its entire staff, working with only a bust of Mark Twain for company....

“Has the typewriter remained in use because of me,” he wondered aloud in an interview with the Yale alumni magazine this year, “or am I still around because of the typewriter?”

IN THE COMMENTS: Fernandistein considered something that I'd thought of but dismissed as inconsistent with the text I was reading: Was it possible that "the inventor of Stove Top stuffing and the namer of the Slinky" were women? Amazingly, they were!

"Betty James, Who Named the Slinky Toy, Is Dead at 90" — "Paging through a dictionary in 1944, Mrs. James put her finger on the word slinky because she thought it best described the sinuous and graceful movement and the soft sound of the expanding and contracting metal coil her husband, Richard, had fashioned. Mr. James was an engineer at a shipbuilding company in Philadelphia in 1943 when a torsion spring fell off a table and flipped end over end on a ship’s deck. 'I think I can make a toy out of this,' he told his wife."

"Ruth M. Siems, Inventor of Stuffing, Dies at 74" — "[I]t divorces the stuffing from the bird, sparing cooks the nasty business of having to root around in the clammy interior of an animal... [I]t frees stuffing from the yoke of Thanksgiving; it can be cooked and eaten on a moment's notice any day of the year."

Those links were right there in the quote I quoted in the title, but I didn't take the second it would take to make sure there were men. The implication that women are systematically slighted was so strong that I didn't bother. Why did they choose those 2 and hide their gender? Maybe initially they had intended to say that important women haven't received the recognition of a NYT obit and it's sexist and perverse to have honored women with trivial accomplishments in cute, feminine places — like toys and cooking. And then they decided against insulting themselves and those women but didn't bother replacing the examples of quirky obits with stories about white men like Manson Whitlock.