forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit.

the near universal absence of hose in late medieval inspired visual media is so evil not for historical accuracy reasons or anything but bc I think they're hot & I'm offended by the implication that they're too weird or unattractive to include. fake men's legs enjoyers everywhere. I bet they wouldn't even appreciate the eroticism of a little flash of braies where the thigh meets the body if they got it. sad!

god, you take a five minute break and some asshole paints a picture

I bet Jean Baptiste wasn't helping with the washing up or doing the laundry

Teen girls feeling the same for 269 years

my best friend linen my brother in arms cotton my partner wool my beautiful sister silk

our sick deranged enemy polyester....

the demon lord, prince of lies, "Vegan Leather"...

random anecdote for father's day: one time during a long car ride my dad asked me, "you're familiar with Murphy's Law, right?" and i was like "isn't that the one about how anything that can go wrong will go wrong?" and he said "yeah, exactly" and i said "why do you ask?" and he went "well, have you heard of Cole's Law?" and i said "no, actually, what's that?" and he said "it's mostly lettuce and carrots with a little dressing mixed in"

One of the guys I worked with told us a story about how, when they were doing archaeology surveys in the woods they ran into a bigfoot hunter. Bigfoot guy asked if they had seen signs of bigfoot, and he was like "Sorry, nothing like that. We're archaeologists, so we're looking for human stuff." and the bigfoot guy was like "Oh! I saw some Native American cairns on my way out here. I can give you a general location." and when he was like "Yeah dude, that'd be sick. We're actually looking to document those." the bigfoot guy was like "Yeah, they looked pretty cool. I didn't touch them though, because Native Americans built them, not bigfoot."

the thing you have to remember about catullus – and to his credit as a complex author I think he is aware of this & calls attention to is, although not from a 'feminist' angle obviously – is that however much he might write & play with his own patheticness & powerlessness, ultimately he as the author is has the last word as it were in the power dynamic, like he is the one in control of what is being said & so even when he is being cut down like a flower at the edge of a meadow he is the one writing lesbia cutting him down. which is still quite interesting that he would choose to write himself like this, in a sort of traditionally demeaning position, I think there is a lot to explore there, like it's really endlessly chewable. but you have to be aware at the back of your mind that catullus is (self awarely & also self admittedly) doing a sort of tricksy thing here wherein he is in control of what the reader reads (& even feels about it! cf. poem 16), and this has only been exacerbated by the fact that there is very little actual historically reliable information that survives about him or anyone else here. so like as much as he is being caught by lesbia in the poetic material he is catching her as the poet, and the reader too to a certain extent in that he is manipulating their perception. and then interestingly he is sort of putting the admission of that out there for you as the reader to catch him about it in turn. do you see what I mean

executed for the crime of asking me stupid shit in this hot ass weather

sentencing will be carried out at dawn because it's the only time it isn't too facking hot to be out side