#derring-do

Derring-do

“I went through the most terrible ordeal,” the lion cub whispered. “I ventured into a different continent, and there were dragons out there that stared at me as if I were prey!”

“Do you remember when you thought the spiky piece of wood in our enclosure was a dragon, too?” his mother asked mildly.

The cub shivered and burrowed deeper into the safety of the den. “I’m never going on another adventure. In fact, I’m never setting foot outside again!”

“Not until the next time the zookeeper takes you on a field trip,” his mother agreed. “Wasn’t that little backpack he made for you the most precious thing you’ve ever seen?”

“Mum,” the cub complained, “you know all our visitors call me the king of the jungle because I’m so brave and strong—I don’t need anything precious.”

“Of course, and I’m happy to have you back home,” his mother said, placing a long, wide lick over the top of his head.

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EYYYY best niche joke I've heard all week

That is also a good point!

Breath control for singing while corseted is a fascinating topic that I've only barely dipped my toe into. I have some vocal training, but Victorian caroling with my costumer friends had me a bit frustrated a few years back. It's not that I couldn't sing and walk at the same time in a corset, and I certainly never even approached passing out. But it was a whole new situation to get used to vis a vis my diaphragm. When standing still, I've found that it helps to have something around my torso to push out against and keep that muscle engaged. Walking, however, presented a whole new factor to get used to. And I still haven't fully mastered it.

So yeah. Certainly not impossible- as you say, people did it for centuries, and many still do. But the technique involved is different, and that's fascinating to me.