When maids and concubines do murders in historical dramas I donβt think thatβs a crime. They should be allowed to do that
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When maids and concubines do murders in historical dramas I donβt think thatβs a crime. They should be allowed to do that

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Anything with cavalry pre-gunpowder was really one big game of chicken.
I know that at Waterloo, the Scots Greys advanced more at a trot than full charge.
Not everyone has been around a horse to realize just how large and powerful (and fickle) animals they are. Even fewer have seen a few, let alone one, horse charge at them.
You are pressed to find a soul alive today that can testify to the experience of several hundred horses charging at your direction and you know they intend to charge past, over, and through you. The realization is alone enough to shake your will.
But then there is the sound. Imagine the space in your mind that 5 horses take up, then expand that to get close to what a charge might be sized at. 10 horses isn't enough. not 50 horses. 200 horses? That is not enough either. Imagine 1,000 horses coming your way with 4,000 steel hooves thundering, and you know nothing can change their minds heading your way - and the one thing that is expected to stop them are your and your friend's bodies.
This is a gap in recorded/presented/easy-to-imagine history in which you can imagine the shape of a role of the βIrishβ Hobelar as a fighting unit.
Hobelars were mounted on small gaited native pony-horses called hobbies; carrying no gear and wearing no armour and riding practically bareback, a feat made possible by the fast smooth pace of the hobby (whose gait would presumably resemble the Icelandic ponyβs tΓΆlt or the Mongolian war ponyβs joroo.) the Irish Hobby is now extinct, but the name is where we get the word βhobbyβ from - an activity done for pleasure. This sounds made-up, doesnβt it? You can read a long post by myself and contributors here, which includes this poem from someone describing their fighting style and how annoying it was:
And one amang, an lyrysch man, Uppone his hoby swyftly ran; Hyt was a sportfulle sygthe, How hys darttes he did schak ; And when him lyst to leve or tak, They had fulle gret dispite.
There are a few reasons why you havenβt heard of hobelars (god forbid people have hobbies). It is important to the imperial construction of the myths of the British Isles (and the French) that Celtic people be negligible and subjugated in any narrative of medieval warfare. They did not correspond to a social class outside of warfare: you can spin so MANY sexy aristocracy-reinforcing tales of chivalry around knights that weβre still doing so today. Sexy tormented superhero with his ARMOUR and his SWORD and his big HORSE - letβs roleplay this 5 million times, and for political comfort, rather than trampling the peasants he now rules, we shall enshrine and repeat the safe metaphorical image of the βdragonβ for him to fight as wellβ¦
Guy Who Just Caught A Wild Hobby From A Bog And Doesnβt Wear Armour (and runs around bareback, throwing stuff and being incredibly fast and annoying, and vanishing when you tried to kill them back) is justβ¦ less sexy. They literally werenβt superheroes. There is discomfort as well - if we kept their imagery, we couldnβt give them fictions to fight; hobelars were not romantic, they had no fixed honour; they were always a scrambling skirmishing fighting unit for killing people. As an academic puts it:
The hobelar is very much the poor relation in the study of the English armies of the fourteenth century, eclipsed by both the man-at-arms and the archer. Our understanding of his origins and role has been wholly based on only two major studies of this troop type: J. E. Morrisβ βMounted Infantry Warfareβ in 1914 and J. Lydon's βThe Hobelar: An Irish Contribution to Medieval Warfareβ in 1954. The lack of interest might be considered surprising, given that Morris saw him as the precursor to the mounted longbowman, while Lydon called him βthe most effective fighting man of the ageβ, referring to the hobelar as βan entirely different type of mounted soldierβ. Yet other historians have been happy to accept the conclusions of Morris and Lydon, considering the hobelar only in passing. Perhaps the reason that so little work has been done on him is that he is always considered in comparison to the man-at-arms β the elite warrior, in his shining harness, doyen of chivalry and a core element of the medieval political and social elite β and the longbowman β the almost super-heroic, Hundred Yearsβ War-winning, nationalistic symbol of medieval English, and Welsh, martial prowess. By contrast, there is little if any mention of the hobelar in the battle narratives of the middle ages; they have no great role to play in the successes of the English over the French. They do not form a political and social class within medieval society and there is no way, therefore, to discuss their impact outside of the military sphere. It is also almost certain that their Irish origins have counted against them too. Medieval Ireland has been considered militarily backwards by most historians of warfare, who seem to have inherited something of the dismissive tone of their English sourcesβ¦
Right. οΏΌ
Youβve read the posts above. You have dutifully pictured the mental image of being a pikeman, Just Some Guy with a big pointy stick, while thousands of pounds of steel-armoured horseflesh ridden by braying Tories comes at you. You have understood that this is inherently alarming, even if you understand the military theories involved, and are prepared to make horse-kebabs.
Now picture being that pikeman when hobelars turn up. First off, the hobbies are WEIRD. Theyβre fast and tiny, and they move Wrong:
Rather than lining up to be kebabs, as you expect, they feint - dance up to you like weirdos and turn away. They show off how - unencumbered and in good control of their hobbies - they can pretend to do the scary charge thing, breaking your will, but not get kebabed. They are not wearing armour; theyβre not using saddles or stirrups, but some of them appear to be archers (?!) sometimes the hobelars get off and wind you up a bit and then jump back on their stupid hobbies. Psychologically they seem more like YOU, but then thereβs the horses. They throw spears, or arrow-spears called βdarts.β They laugh at you. They have amazing control of their hobbies, who turn away from pikeheads on a dime. The sight of hobbies skirmishing was described (above) as βa sportful sightβ - presumably if they werenβt doing it at you, when it would be SO annoying.
There is zero expectation that Celtic mounted skirmishers will break a wall of pikemen. The hobelars have been sent to annoy you. What if this is part of their function, a natural activity in their wheelhouse, and they have perfected it. What if itβs working. What if, by the time the big shiny horses with their big shiny nobles come, youβre already a bit shakenβ¦
Not saying this scene ever happened in history, but you can see from this a bit of how these histories are constructed: here is a unit that was effective and influential in its time and gave its name to βhobbies.β Here are the places where it would seem logical to use them. We have lost much of what would have been known about how they fought at all. The primary source for the quote of the βiyrysch man upon his hobyβ is preserved in one single corrupted document in a corner of the internet that took me a morning to find. We will never forget knights, but with a strategically placed EMP, we would probably lose our ability to remember and connect over hobelars (why would anyone care.)
but care when you find yourself thinking that the entire system is pikeman vs knight, one vs the other, an armchair system that plays out like an RPG, rock-paper-scissors: care because so much of history is a spectrum of forgotten people.
They sound like fantastic people to go harass a supply train. Not even steal, just be incredibly annoying and visible near the enemy supply lines, then vanish once the enemy sends reinforcements he should be using to fight you. Just ... IΒ΄m no expert, and I can imagine a dozen things to do with a bunch of gleefully annoying spear throwers on hardy, gaited ponies. Most of it is theft, sabotage and otherwise not very romantic.
the king has abruptly fired 60% of his wizard staff, so heβs about to be abruptly surprised at who floated 100% of his formerly floating sky castle
I heard they're planning to maintain their levitation rites with autonomous constructs from now on, saying wizards are going to be totally obsolete within the season... so, ah, I'd invest in falling island insurance.
Preserving not-prev-but-someone-elses funny tags in this chain as well because I love both these additions actually,
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One of my favorite bits of theatrical interpretation ever is from a high school-university collaboration I participated in of A Midsummer Night's Dream by Shakespeare. I was part of the university group, and we were helping the high schoolers for some reason I can't actually remember, it might have been an AP course.
Anyway, our job was to abridge and perform the play with our Very Small Cast. And the sticking point came in that I had always desperately wanted to play Puck, but one of the high school kids also wanted to play Puck.
A dilemma.
The expected thing to do would be for one of us to just play a different part.
What we actually did was just go, "Wait. What- what if- what if... what if Two Pucks?"
And boom, just like that, one of the key conceits of our rendition of the play is that there were two Pucks; me, the Classic Puck as typically seen in the play, and Narrator Puck, who acted as the play's omniscient narrator to cover the bits of play we couldn't fit in, with both of us wearing similar 'costumes'* and hairstyles to signal we were the same person.
Which, on its own? Fine and dandy, a fun way to solve two issues while enriching the play. Only, the thing is?
We didn't just have two Pucks.
We also had two Oberons.
Because, at the part of the play where Oberon gets angry at Puck for getting a little too enthusiastic with the love potion, and I was cowering with an appropriately obsequious, "Believe me, King of Shadows, I mistook-!", Oberon cut me off mid-line with a cross, "Not you, you!"
And emphatically broke the fourth wall to point at Narrator Puck.
On the grounds that they were the one telling the story in the first place, therefore they were the one who was responsible for all this mess, and therefore they were now fired from the role of narrator and Oberon himself was going to take over.
Narrator Puck: But then who's going to be Oberon?!
And one of the other high school guys, who has been posing as a stage hand this whole time, even wearing proper stage blacks in spite of the fact that we in a classroom, popped up with a bright, "Oh, I'll do it; I love acting!"
Then everyone got to their new places, Replacement Oberon finished his lines and told me (Classic Puck) to go fix all this with the love potion cure, and I got a moment on stage to be visibly confused about everything that had just happened.
And for the rest of the play, Classic Oberon (still in character) was the narrator, and Replacement Oberon did the rest of Oberon's parts.
It was wonderful, and will forever be my favorite production of A Midsummer Night's Dream.
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*Quotes because our costume budget was 'a couple generalized pieces the high school had heavily supplemented by the fact that I, personally, dress like I just escaped a Renaissance Faire half the time and have a hat collection, and I was willing to share.'
This is what's so fucked up about "nothing that requires the labor of others is a human right".
The labor is already being done under capitalism. The laborers are already being underpaid under capitalism.
When you propose removing the greedy profiteers and paying the workers a reasonable wage, people call that "slavery" while they have no problem with the current system.
They're not even trying to make sense.
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man yall the interpersonal drama in ancient rome was something else like. there was a guy named crassus who had a pet eel and was so sad when it died that he gave it a funeral, and when another dude named domitius ahenobarbus made fun of him for throwing an eel funeral, crassus was like "oh so this is coming from the guy who's buried three of his wives and not even shed a single tear about it." wish i could've been in the room for that one
Crassus, too, was said to have adorned a pet eel with earrings and small necklaces βjust like some lovely maiden,β training it to respond to its name and swimming up to eat what was offered. Rebuked by Domitius for weeping upon the death of the creature, he retorted that his accuser had buried three wives without shedding a tear
unauthorized fucking thing!!!!!!
(warning: loud chirping throughout)
source: hellgate osprey cam
More context:
the first osprey is the father, the one that comes later is the mother.
ospreys are not eagles, they're ospreys
ospreys only eat fish, that's why they don't register this starling as possible food
the starling got home safely
the starling was not trying to eat the eggs, it was mostly curious and you can see it trying to hop under the osprey every time the osprey tries to sit down again--this is because the starling is still a baby and has the instinct to get under an adult for warmth, even though it mostly has its feathers. this scares the osprey because that is a Foreign Creature near its eggs.
at the end of the video you can see the ospreys starting to turn the eggs. birds do this so the yolk and/or embryo don't stick to the shell of the egg, which is bad for the egg's health.
ospreys have eyes adapted to seeing beneath the surface of the water!