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June 01 2017

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La Source des Femmes (2011)

literally everything she said is historically accurate though

the concept of “hijab” existed long before Islam was founded. in pre islamic arabia and throughout the region, women regardless of religion would cover their hair and it was often a symbol of class (other than the concept of covering hair being cultural in christianity and judaism) 

women who were higher class and were from a wealthy family covered their hair to distinguish themselves from poorer classes

if wasn’t until after the founding of islam where covering hair was incorporated into muslim culture as “hijab”. there is no mention of hijab in the quran but there is a strong emphasis on modesty. there is however an explicit line in the quran directed towards men:

In Chapter 24 known as an-Nur (the Light), in verse 30, Allah commands Prophet Muhammad as follows:

قُلْ لِلْمُؤْمِنِيْنَ يَغُضُّوْا مِنْ أَبْصَارِهِمْ وَ يَحْفَظُوْا فُرُوْجَهُمْ, ذَلِكَ أَزْكَى لَهُمْ.

“Say to the believing men that: they should cast down their glances and guard their private parts (by being chaste). This is better for them.”

This is a command to Muslim men that they should not lustfully look at women (other than their own wives); and in order to prevent any possibility of temptation, they are required to cast their glances downwards. This is known as “hijab of the eyes”.


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June 21 2015

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I’ve seen a few fashion posts trying to expand the “Marie Antoinette is not Victorian” rant, but this stuff can get complicated, so here is a semi-comprehensive list so everyone knows exactly when all of these eras were.

Please note that this is very basic and that there are sometimes subcategories (especially in the 17th century, Jacobean, Restoration, etc)

And people wonder WHY I complain about History/Art History periodization. Note how much overlap there is to the above “eras”, and how many exceptions and extensions there are to these categories.

Oh, and by the way…















Because you wouldn’t want to be historically inaccurate.

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May 20 2015



my fave greek history story to tell is that of agnodice. like she noticed that women were dying a lot during childbirth so she went to egypt to study medicine in alexandria and was really fucking good but b/c it was illegal for women to be doctors in athens she had to pretend to be a man. and then the other doctors noticed that she was 10x better than them and accused her of seducing and sleeping with the women patients. like they brought her to court for this. and she just looked at them and these charges and stripped in front of everyone like “yeah. im not fucking your wives” and then they got so mad that a woman was better at their jobs then them that they tried to execute her but all her patients came to court and were like “are you fucking serious? she is the reason you have living children and a wife.” so they were shamed into changing the law and that is how women were given the right to practice medicine in athens

Yeah, this isn’t some Greek myth story about a hero or demigod or something, Agnodice was a real person who actually did this.

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May 08 2015


Google Doodle of Nellie Bly, an intrepid reporter, reminds us there are no limits

April 08 2015

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I’m so gruntled to have found this


‘Gruntled’ was back-formed from 'disgruntled’ by P.G. Wodehouse in 1938 for one of his best-known lines, in The Code of the Woosters:

He spoke with a certain what-is-it in his voice, and I could see that, if not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled.

It isn’t a real word, unfortunately; it’s only used rarely, and in jokes. ‘Disgruntled’ is actually formed from ‘dis’ and ‘gruntle’, which is a variant of ‘grunt’, and I think it’s supposed to describe what you do when you’re disgruntled, which is scowl and go ‘mrrurh’.

But! If we choose to discount facts, we can imagine that ‘disgruntled’ really was formed from ‘gruntled’, which would make it one of those poor orphaned words whose parents has died. There are lots of these. If you’re ‘ruthless’, for instance, you’ve run out of ‘ruth’, or pity, as, unfortunately, has the English language. If you’re ‘listless’, you’re out of ‘list’, which is joy or desire. You can still ‘commit’ these days, but you can’t take it back any more, as its opposite, ‘demit’, has gone to the big dictionary in the sky. We’ve kept ‘impede’, but lost ‘expede’. My hair can be and frequently is 'unkempt’, but I don’t get to say it’s 'kempt’ when it isn’t. I can go 'to’ a place, but never 'fro’, unless I go 'to and fro’.

There are many more of these, but perhaps the most sadly neglected word in the language isn’t orphaned at all. It’s an obscure seventeenth-century one called ‘versutiloquent’, which describes someone who uses words craftily—which, by this point, I hope you and I can use to describe ourselves.


This post is incomplete without a mention of How I Met My Wife:

“It had been a rough day, so when I walked into the party I was very chalant, despite my efforts to appear gruntled and consolate. I was furling my wieldy umbrella for the coat check when I saw her standing alone in a corner. She was a descript person, a woman in a state of total array. Her hair was kempt, her clothing shevelled, and she moved in a gainly way. 

I wanted desperately to meet her, but I knew I’d have to make bones about it since I was travelling cognito. Beknownst to me, the hostess, whom I could see both hide and hair of, was very proper, so it would be skin off my nose if anything bad happened. And even though I had only swerving loyalty to her, my manners couldn’t be peccable. Only toward and heard-of behavior would do. 

Fortunately, the embarrassment that my maculate appearance might cause was evitable. There were two ways about it, but the chances that someone as flappable as I would be ept enough to become persona grata or a sung hero were slim. I was, after all, something to sneeze at, someone you could easily hold a candle to, someone who usually aroused bridled passion. So I decided not to risk it. But then, all at once, for some apparent reason, she looked in my direction and smiled in a way that I could make heads or tails of. 

I was plussed. It was concerting to see that she was communicado, and it nerved me that she was interested in a pareil like me, sight seen. Normally, I had a domitable spirit, but, being corrigible, I felt capacitated–as if this were something I was great shakes at–and forgot that I had succeeded in situations like this only a told number of times. So, after a terminable delay, I acted with mitigated gall and made my way through the ruly crowd with strong givings. 

Nevertheless, since this was all new hat to me and I had no time to prepare a promptu speech, I was petuous. Wanting to make only called-for remarks, I started talking about the hors d'oeuvres, trying to abuse her of the notion that I was sipid, and perhaps even bunk a few myths about myself. 

She responded well, and I was mayed that she considered me a savory character who was up to some good. She told me who she was. "What a perfect nomer,” I said, advertently. The conversation become more and more choate, and we spoke at length to much avail. But I was defatigable, so I had to leave at a godly hour. I asked if she wanted to come with me. To my delight, she was committal. We left the party together and have been together ever since. I have given her my love, and she has requited it.“

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April 02 2015

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One thing that always bothered me about that picture of mulan, more than the obvious artifice which is pretty out of character, is the colour of her outfit. The general consensus seems to be that mulan took place in the Northern Wei dynasty, but during the Tang Dynasty which preceded it, the colour yellow, especially bright yellow, had become the exclusive domain of the Emperor. And in those times disrespect to the Emperor could cost you your head at best and the lives of you and your entire family at worst. So, y know, maybe don’t put her in yellow clothes.

I love the history side if tumblr

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February 06 2015

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I told my government class about the Great Emu War and half the class didn’t believe me so we had my government teacher look it up on the projector oh my god


only in australia

wait how did the emus win

you don’t fuck with emus, mate




"selfie culture" seems so tame by comparison when you realize that not only did old timey rich people spend a fortune commissioning artists to paint flattering images of them, they spent many hours sitting for these portraits

who’s the me generation now


#art museums are actually just full of renaissance selfies this post just changed my life

Fun historical fact! Elizabeth I spent *very* little time sitting/standing for portraiture. She had a set of allowable official renderings of her face, and would send a lady (usually one of her ladies-in-waiting) who was close to her size to wear her clothes and pose for the piece in her place. Sometimes there wasn’t even a lady to wear the clothing.

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February 02 2015


Ring around the rosie

A pocket full of posies

Ashes, ashes

1/3 of the European population gets obliterated by the Black Death

January 31 2015


December 04 2014

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If something is ‘old as fuck’ then it’s about 1.2 billion years old because that’s when life evolved sexual reproduction.


However, if something is “old as balls” it’s only about 65 million years old, when placental mammals began to evolve proper testicles.

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August 02 2014

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