Irony and feminism at the age of 11

In elementary school, I tried to read Shakespeare but couldn't get past the first act of Macbeth (the witches were cool, though). Then around Christmas 1967 I saw the Taylor/ Burton version of Taming of the Shrew. I'm sure I didn't "get" it all, but I remember how mad I was at how Petruchio treated Kate. At the end Kate was tamed, but this 11-year-old was convinced that somehow Kate had come out on top, though I couldn't quite into words why. The first stirrings of feminism and irony were happening in me. This poster is from its engagement at the Drexel in Columbus, Ohio in August of '67 (I saw it during a second run in Sandusky, Ohio)