it’s hilarious to me when people call historical fashions that men hated oppressive
like in BuzzFeed’s Women Wear Hoop Skirts For A Day While Being Exaggeratedly Bad At Doing Everything In Them video, one woman comments that she’s being “oppressed by the patriarchy.” if you’ve read anything Victorian man ever said about hoop skirts, you know that’s pretty much the exact opposite of the truth
thing is, hoop skirts evolved as liberating garment for women. before them, to achieve roughly conical skirt fullness, they had to wear many layers of petticoats (some stiffened with horsehair braid or other kinds of cord). the cage crinoline made their outfits instantly lighter and easier to move in
it also enabled skirts to get waaaaay bigger. and, as you see in the late 1860s, 1870s, and mid-late 1880s, to take on even less natural shapes. we jokingly call bustles fake butts, but trust me- nobody saw them that way. it was just skirts doing weird, exciting Skirt Things that women had tons of fun with
men, obviously, loathed the whole affair
(1864)
(1850s. gods, if only crinolines were huge enough to keep men from getting too close)
(no date given, but also, this is 100% impossible)
(also undated, but the ruffles make me think 1850s)
it was also something that women of all social classes- maids and society ladies, enslaved women and free women of color -all wore at one point or another. interesting bit of unexpected equalization there
and when bustles came in, guess what? men hated those, too
(1880s)
(probably also 1880s? the ladies are being compared to beetles and snails. in case that was unclear)
(1870s, I think? the bustle itself looks early 1870s but the tight fit of the actual gown looks later)
hoops and bustles weren’t tools of the patriarchy. they were items 1 and 2 on the 19th century’s “Fashion Trends Women Love That Men Hate” lists, with bonus built-in personal space enforcement
Not-gonna-say-shit Ubbe part II
the writers: we have a plan for your fav character.
me: really? what’s it?
the writers:
Tell me, come on. Tell me!
“We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.”
Anatoly: *charming, sincere, has a basic notion of human consideration*
Vladimir: *confusion, accidentally insults them while flirting, has the social skills of a potato*
Carl: Dad gets dare!
Rick: Oh, I really don't want to play...
Daryl: I got one! Whoever chooses the next song gets to do to Rick whatever the main themes of the lyrics are.
Rick: *Looking around nervously* Come on, I'm going to sit this one out I think...
Negan: *Kicks in front door, runs through living room towards CD player, elbows Carl in the face, stands on Aaron's fingers, knocks over dining table, pushes Daryl through window, jumps on couch, somersaults over Judith, grabs CD of choice, slams it in player*
CD Player: *blasts* SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A COWBOY!
Negan: *smiles and winks at Rick*
Transgender people
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Genderfluid people
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Pansexual people
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Demisexual people
Bigender people
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Polysexual people
Straight people
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ANYONE
Don’t patronize me.
“The Gods will always smile on brave women.”
In a world where Hirst lets little girls grow up -
Gyda, daughter of Lagertha and Ragnar Angrboda, daughter of Helga and Floki Siggy, daughter of Thorunn and Bjorn The unborn daughter of Lagertha and Kalf Geirlaug, the not yet seen daughter of Gisla and Rollo