‘Anger detracts from her beauty’ is a well-known Polish saying. I heard it often when I was a little girl, most often from my mother, who probably heard it from hers. This aphorism carries with it the admonition that anger makes a woman ugly. And, of course, ugliness is the very worst attribute that a woman can be branded with. A perception of woman’s anger as irrational, hysterical and plain ugly has a long history, starting with harpies, witches and Medusa, through instilling docility and obedience into ‘good and smiling’ girls, to ‘rabid feminist’ memes and the so-called ‘Resting Bitch Face’ syndrome. In my work I focus on anger in the most intimate, hidden in kitchens and bathrooms, seeking out its embarrassing proofs in family archives.