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Wow!!
Wow great story!!
Before the tales about Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter, people wrote bawdy or gross stories about "Gulliverâs Travels."
Fan fictionâs role as a collective project in popular ethics was ultimately what the 2019 Hugo Award acknowledged: AO3 may have officially earned the honor, but so did every writer who had ever been bold, brave, or foolhardy enough to share their work with the internet.
I wanted to share this really cool article from Shannon Chamberlain at The Atlantic with my fellow fic writers.Â
HUMANS GONNA HUMAN.
julius caesar as just Some Dude is tripping me out
Cleopatra:
Louis XV:
julius caesar yells at the einstein bros. manager daily
cleopatra is writing her PhD thesis and is sick of people undermining her intelligence
louis XV is a business professional currently being investigated by HR
more takes from yours truly
nefertiti is a child star who fell from grace but rose again like a pheonix
alexander the great is ***NOT GAY*** and on academic probation
caligula is under investigation by the FBI
@blood-and-pepper this was made for us.
REPOST : Roman stylus 70AD, in comon vanacular translates into âi went into the city and all i bought you was this lousy penâ , link and full translation in the comments [640 x 320]
Fucking screaming, shitty souvenirs havenât changed a bit in almost 2000 years
Oh my God this is real
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âHow would a chicken wear pants?â
- Richard Beale, 1784
Thank you, Richard Beale, for making our opinion of the past slightly more ridiculous.
My latest comic for The Nib was written by my friend Mike Thompson- itâs his first published comics work!Â
The Nib has been a steady source of income and a huge support to me and many other indie cartoonists for years. They publish amazing work, but will be cut loose by their financial backer in July. You can read the official post about it from editor Matt Bors here. They are still running their kickstarter-funded print magazine, but have to put digital publishing on hiatus until they figure out their next steps. If youâve been thinking about supporting their membership program, now would be a good time. They have levels from $2 to $40 per month. I really donât want this to be my last Nib piece!Â
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you know what, THIS is how you address historical queer folks of all stripes in a respectful way. you refer to them the way they chose to be referred to, and you say âitâs impossible to know how they wouldâve identified in todayâs society, but theyâre part of our history regardlessâ.
So I just now learned about Stagecoach Mary and how have I never heard of this absolute LEGEND of a woman before
She was born a slave and freed when the Emancipation Proclamation was issued (she was about 30)
She was about six feet tall and 200 pounds and once she was free she decided sheâd never take shit from anyone ever again
When one of her close friends, a nun by the name of Mother Amadeus, became ill with pneumonia at her convent in Montana, Mary headed alone into the frontier to nurse Mother Amadeus back to health
After Mother Amadeus recovered, she gave Mary a job as the foreman of the convent. She repaired buildings, took care of chickens, made the long and dangerous journeys into town for supplies, and did other odd jobs.
She could drink most men under the table, and one saloon offered five bucks and a free shot of whiskey to any man who could take a punch to the face from Mary and remain standing.Â
She was once said by a local paper to have broken more noses than anyone else in Montana
She was outspokenly Republican, which at this time was the liberal party in America, and would get into political debates with the more conservative townsfolk
One time a man insulted her outside the saloon so hit him in the face with a rock, and only stopped when other cowboys held her back.
On one supply run into town, her wagon overturned and the horses fled. Mary spent all night single-handedly fending off a pack of wolves with her guns before she righted the heavy wagon by herself and tracked down the spooked horses. The only thing lost in the accident was a jar of molasses.
She lost her job at the convent when she got into a gunfight with a male employee who did not want to take orders from a black woman. She reportedly shot him in the ass, which angered the local bishop.
After losing her convent job, Mary spent a brief time running a restaurant, where she welcomed and served all comers
When a job for a mail carrier opened at the local US Post Office, Mary got the job because she managed to hitch six horses to a wagon faster than any of the male candidates
She was sixty at the time
This made her the first black woman mail carrier, and the second woman mail carrier in US history
When the snows were too deep for the horses to manage the long and dangerous delivery routes, Mary would strap on snowshoes, put the bags of mail on her shoulders, and do it herself
At one point she apparently had a pet eagle????
She only retired from the mail route when she was about 70 years old, and instead made a quieter living by babysitting and running a laundry business in the town of Cascade
She was a huge baseball fan and often gave the local team a big bouquet of flowers from her garden
The people of Cascade loved Mary so much that they closed the schools annually on her birthday
When a law was passed in Montana that forbade women from drinking in saloons, the mayor of Cascade granted Mary an exemption.Â
When her house burned down, the whole town got together to help her build a new one
She continued drinking, fighting, and going to baseball games until she died of liver failure at 82 in 1914
Mary (far right) and the local baseball team
Anyway sorry for gushing I just now heard about her and Iâm in love
Iâve heard of her, but godDAMN, if her story doesnât bear repeating. ^w^
She has her own wikipedia page. Enjoy.
me: I really like history
what some ppl think I mean, and understandably so: eheheh I like military history
what I mean: people are and have always been fucking crazy and it's very entertaining to find out what they were up to. it's like drama but like three centuries old.
On our first date my bf said he really liked history and immediately I was like âoh, ok so now Iâm gonna have to listen to WWII facts foreverâ but no he ended up going on a tangent about the evolution of language and how heâs trying to learn a dead language that Duolingo offers and damn if that wasnât an extremely pleasant surprise
YEAH THATS THE SHIT
History books always seem to leave this out.
Donât let them tell you that slaves are our only history.
When black people ruled the world
History repeats itself
And who said moors werenât black?
These are fantastic who painted these??? GOOGLEÂ HALP
EDIT:Â ludwig deutsch <3
Look at those fucking details!!! Look how he makes the light bounce off of the skin, the eyes not pure white but reflecting the colors. Each and every FUCKING CHAIN is painted and highlighted. The folding of the fabric aaaaaaaaaaa
Iâve reblogged this before. I DONâT CARE.
they look like photographs
I THOUGHT THEY WERE AT FIRST đ
Remnants of the British Black Pantherâs Lost Legacy
Britainâs black power movement is at risk of being forgotten, say historians
The Cambridge academic Robin Bunce said: âThere is a fundamental danger of erasing the very notion of a struggle at all. Iâve been researching this for four and a half years and there have been so many occasions when people have said to me: âThere was no black struggle in Britain. Youâre thinking of South Africa or America.ââ
The narrative that feeds it is the one that Britain is the utopia of fair play. We have such a commitment to individual rights, we have such a commitment to common sense and decency that there is no systematic racism in Britain.ââŠ
Bunce said it was not just politicians, but wider British society that would rather not dwell on the less palatable.
Bringing this one back, while Iâm reminded.
Informative Ancient Egypt Comics:Â BROS
Our 1st place contest winner requested a Niankhkhnum and Khnumhotep comic as their prize.
I took a class about Ancient Egypt last semester and we had a whole lecture dedicated to talking about how gay Niankhkhnum and Khnumhotep were. Their tomb walls were decorated with scenes of them ignoring their wives in favor of embracing each other. In one scene, the couple is seated at a banquet table that is usually reserved for a husband and wife. Thereâs an entire motif of Khnumhotep holding lotus flowers which in ancient Egyptian tradition symbolizes femininity. Khnumhotep offers the lotus flower to Niankhkhnum, something that only wives were ever depicted as doing for their husbands. In fact, Khnumhotep is repeatedly depicted as uniquely feminine, being shown smaller and shorter than his partner Niankhkhnum and being placed in the role of a woman. Size is a big deal in Egyptian art, husbands are almost always shown as being larger and taller than their wives. So for two men of equal status to be shown in once again, a marital fashion, is pretty telling. Not to mention they were literally buried together which is the strongest bond two people could share in ancient Egypt, as it would mean sharing the journey to the afterlife together. And yet 90% of the academic text about these two talks about these clues in vague terms and analyze the great âbrotherhoodâ they shared, and the enigma of Khnumhotep being depicted as feminine. Apparently itâs too hard for archaeologists to accept homosexuality in the ancient world, as well as the possibility of trans individuals.
On the last note, I was walking around the Field Museum of Natural History in Chicago and there is a mummy on exhibit. It caught my attention because the panel that was describing it was talking about how it was a womanâs body in a male coffin and wow, the Egyptian working that day really screwed that up. My summary, not actual words, sorry I canât remember verbatim but it basically said that someone screwed up.
They claimed that the Egyptians screwed up a burial.
The Egyptians. Screwed up. A burial.
Now Iâm not an expert in Ancient Egypt but from what I know, and what the exhibit was telling me, burials and the afterlife and all that jazz DEFINED the Egyptian religion and culture. They donât just âscrew upâ. So instead of thinking outside the box for two seconds and wonder why else a genetically female body was in a male coffin, the âresearchersâ blatantly disregard the rest of their research and decided to call it a screw up. Instead of, you know, admitting that maybe this mummy presented as male during his life and was therefore honorably buried as he was identified. But it would be too much of a stretch to admit that a transgender person could have existed back then.
(Sorry I canât find any sources online and itâs been like 2 years but it stuck in my mind)
Thereâs a lot of bigoted historian dragging on my dash these days and it makes me happy.
Once again, more proof that we queers have ALWAYS been here, and itâs a CHOSEN narrative to erase them.
Reblog because ancient gay power
ALWAYS. REBLOG. THIS.
And also ancient gay power.
Ancient Gay Power
my fave thing about alligators is that evolution was just like.. âyeah thatâs fineâ and left them for 80 million years
My favorite thing about evolution is that itâs tried to make crabs on at least 4 different occasions independently of previous species
so this IS peak performance
Biology be like âtime for crabâ
@lemonsharks I found you a thing
REPOST : Roman stylus 70AD, in comon vanacular translates into âi went into the city and all i bought you was this lousy penâ , link and full translation in the comments [640 x 320]
Fucking screaming, shitty souvenirs havenât changed a bit in almost 2000 years
In 1969, a group of children sat down to a free breakfast before school. On the menu: chocolate milk, eggs, meat, cereal and fresh oranges. The scene wouldnât be out of place in a school cafeteria these daysâbut the federal government wasnât providing the food. Instead, breakfast was served thanks to the Black Panther Party.
At the time, the militant black nationalist party was vilified in the news media and feared by those intimidated by its message of black power and its commitment to ending police brutality and the subjugation of black Americans. But for students eating breakfast, the Black Panthersâ politics were less interesting than the meals they were providing.
âThe children, many of whom had never eaten breakfast before the Panthers started their program,â the Sun Reporterwrote, âthink the Panthers are âgroovyâ and âvery niceâ for doing this for them.â
The program may have been groovy, but its purpose was to fuel revolution by encouraging black peopleâs survival. From 1969 through the early 1970s, the Black Panthersâ Free Breakfast for School Children Program fed tens of thousands of hungry kids. It was just one facet of a wealth of social programs created by the partyâand it helped contribute to the existence of federal free breakfast programs today.
When Black Panther Party founders Huey P. Newton and Bobby Seale founded the party in 1966, their goal was to end police brutality in Oakland. But a faction of the Civil Rights Movement led by SNCC member Stokeley Carmichael began calling for the uplift and self-determination of African-Americans, and soon black power was part of their platform.
At first, the Black Panther Party primarily organized neighborhood police patrols that took advantage of open-carry laws, but over time its mandate expanded to include social programs, too.
Free Breakfast For School Children was one of the most effective. It began in January 1969 at an Episcopal church in Oakland, and within weeks it went from feeding a handful of kids to hundreds. The program was simple: party members and volunteers went to local grocery stores to solicit donations, consulted with nutritionists on healthful breakfast options for children, and prepared and served the food free of charge.
School officials immediately reported results in kids who had free breakfast before school. âThe school principal came down and told us how different the children were,â Ruth Beckford, a parishioner who helped with the program, said later. âThey werenât falling asleep in class, they werenât crying with stomach cramps.â
Soon, the program had been embraced by party outposts nationwide. At its peak, the Black Panther Party fed thousands of children per day in at least 45 programs. (Food wasnât the only part of the BPPâs social programs; they expanded to cover everything from free medical clinics to community ambulance services and legal clinics.)
For the party, it was an opportunity to counter its increasingly negative image in the public consciousnessâan image of intimidating Afroed black men holding gunsâwhile addressing a critical community need. âI mean, nobody can argue with free grits,â said filmmaker Roger Guenveur Smith in A Huey P. Newton Story, a 2001 film in which he portrays Newton.
Free food seemed relatively innocuous, but not to FBI head J. Edgar Hoover, who loathed the Black Panther Party and declared war against them in 1969. He called the program âpotentially the greatest threat to efforts by authorities to neutralize the BPP and destroy what it stands for,â and gave carte blanche to law enforcement to destroy it.
The results were swift and devastating. FBI agents went door-to-door in cities like Richmond, Virginia, telling parents that BPP members would teach their children racism. In San Francisco, writes historian Franziska Meister, parents were told the food was infected with venereal disease; sites in Oakland and Baltimore were raided by officers who harassed BPP members in front of terrified children, and participating children were photographed by Chicago police.
âThe night before [the first breakfast program in Chicago] was supposed to open,â a female Panther told historian Nik Heynan, âthe Chicago police broke into the church and mashed up all the food and urinated on it.â
Ultimately, these and other efforts to destroy the Black Panthers broke up the program. In the end, though, the public visibility of the Panthersâ breakfast programs put pressure on political leaders to feed children before school. The result of thousands of American children becoming accustomed to free breakfast, former party member Norma Amour Mtume told Eater, was the government expanded its own school food programs.
Though the USDA had piloted free breakfast efforts since the mid 1960s, the program only took off in the early 1970sâright around the time the Black Panthersâ programs were dismantled. In 1975, the School Breakfast Program was permanently authorized. Today, it helps feed over 14.57 million children before schoolâand without the radical actions of the Black Panthers, it may never have happened.
Hey, you wanna see something wild?
Sharks are older than trees.
Fun little thing about medieval medicine.
So thereâs this old German remedy for getting rid of boils. A mix of eggshells, egg whites, and sulfur rubbed into the boil while reciting the incantation and saying five Paternosters. And according to my profâs friend (a doctor), itâs all very sensible. The eggshells abrade the skin so the sulfur can sink in and fry the boil. The egg white forms a flexible protective barrier. The incantation and prayers are important because you need to rub it in for a certain amount of time.
Itâs easy to take the magic words as superstition, but theyâre important.
The length of time it takes to say a paternoster was a typical method of reckoning time in the Middle Ages. Itâs likely that whoever wrote this remedy down was thinking of it both as a prayer and a timespan and that whoever read it would have understood it the same way.
I wonder if this shows up in other historical areas besides medicine?
I ask because I have a very Italian, very Catholic friend who was once describing how she makes pizzelles. Theyâre cooked in a specific press, similar to a waffle iron, long enough to get light and crispy but not burnt, and in her own words: âI donât know the exact time it takes to cook them in seconds, but I usually do either two Hail Maryâs or an Our Father and a Glory Be.â
I would be extremely surprised if medieval people didnât use prayers while cooking. You donât want to roast an egg for too long, have it explode, and get hot yolk in your eye. :PÂ
I know that church bells were definitely used as timekeepers.Â
Before oven thermometers existed, one way to check the temperature of your oven was to stick your hand inside and recite an Our Father. The length of time before you snatch your hand out was timed by how far youâd gotten in the prayer. The shorter the time, the hotter the oven. So you knew that if you wanted a hot oven to bake bread, you wanted your hand out by âkingdomâ (for example) but to slow cook a stew, you might want the oven cool enough to get to âtrespassesâ.
This popped up in âNanny Oggâs Cookbookâ as well, though there the timing method wasnât prayer but X verses of âWhere Has All The Custard Gone?â
Other timing methods are âa whileâ (approx. 35 mins) and âa good whileâ (variable, up to 10 years, which the book suggests is a bit long to let batter rest before making pancakesâŠ)
All absolutely standard, and also varied from region to region. The use of prayer was more common than most, since the Catholic church had a monopoly on⊠well, pretty much everything. And all the prayers were in Latin, and at a specific cadence, so the effect is similar to watching the second hand on a clock today.
itâs important to note that to the medieval people the prayers were important because of timekeeping AND god. like, i think as modern people we do tend to want it to be âjust timekeeping, they werenât just superstitious idiots, they had a good reasonable scientific reason!â but itâs also important to remember just how culturally steeped in a mystical religion they were, a relationship with christianity entirely unlike the modern relationship found in modern american culture even amongst the most religious people. i have no doubt that in the medieval mind, they were aware of the prayer being the time it took but also if there had BEEN another way to measure that time, the prayer would have been held to be preferable and important in its own right because of the importance of spiritual assistance in worldly things like bread-baking
Definitely, this is a great point! I was talking to somebody in the comments who was saying that medieval medicine was mostly bunkum because it involves spirituality, supposedly meaning it couldnât also have logical basis behind it. But thatâs a really modern way to see it. To the medieval worldview, those things arenât contradictory. Theyâre part of each other. Think about how many medieval Christian scientists were monks, nuns, and priests.
*INHUMAN SCREECHING*
M YÂ Â T I M EÂ Â H A SÂ Â C O M E
You guys donât understand how excited it made me to read this post, I literally wrote my masterâs thesis on this exact topic.
STORY TIME
Sometime in the 10th century in Anglo-Saxon England (for context, this is before the Norman Conquest and near-ish to the reign of Alfred the Great), a dude named Bald asked another dude name Cild to write a book. Not just any book. A leechbook, which was essentially the medieval version of WebMD for practicing doctors. BUT NOT JUST A LEECHBOOK. This leechbook was gonna be the damn Lamborghini of leechbooks. This thing was going to be split into two parts, the first dealing with external medicine and the second dealing with internal medicineâsomething that was unheard of at the time. It was going to be organized (head to toe, like all the good leechbooks were). It was gonna be nice (leather and vellum). It was gonna use all the best ideas (from all over the known world). And the whole thing was going to be written in Anglo-Saxon. Now, a few medical books had been compiled in Anglo-Saxon before, but none like this. This one was going to be EPIC. And it wasâand still is.
Baldâs Leechbook (also goes by the more boring but more informative MS Royal 12 D XVIII over in the British Library) contains a lot of medical remedies. A lot of them rely on things like prayers and chants and odd charms, like one for a headache, which recommends plucking the eyes off a living crab, letting the crab back into the water, and wearing the eyes about your neck in a little sack until you feel better. However, itâs worth pointing out that the really wild remedies, the stuff that makes absolutely no freakinâ sense, is most often recommended to treat ailments that are hard to treat even todayâmigraines, toothaches, cancer. These things are really painful or deadly and, without modern medicine, almost impossible to treat. So are you going to make up some nonsense to make your client at least feel like theyâre doing something, and hey, if it sort of works, it works? Of course you are. You want to help people. Even if it sounds crazy, what else are you going to do? You have to try something, and the people who are suffering are willing to try anything.
But thereâs also things that make complete sense. To echo concepts that have been mentioned by commentators above, there is a recipe that calls for the recitation of the paternoster while boiling a honey-based salve meant to treat carbuncle. The book instructs the physician to bring it to a boil, and sing the paternoster three times, and remove it from the fire, and sing nine paternosters, and to repeat this process two more times. A century ago, historians read the use of the paternoster as a magical incantation, but today, most agree that in lieu of a stopwatch, the paternoster is just meant to make sure you donât burn the honey.
BUT THAT ISNâT NEAR THE COOLEST THING.
Now, this book was compiled by a master physician (we donât know if it was Cild himself or if Cild was the scribe for an unnamed author) who was compiling recipes that had been written down for some time, and had, as many things do, gone through various permutations over the years. Many came from Greece or the western Mediterranean, and had been adapted for local English horticulture and herbs. Some came from around what is now Germany, and some ideas came from farther away in the Middle East (King Alfred was a sickly king; some scholars believe that he had his physicians seek out cures from all over the world in an attempt to treat himself). But there is one recipe that has only ever been identified in England. Not only has this recipe only ever been identified in England, itâs only ever been identified in this one manuscript. When translated into modern English, it reads as follows:
Work an eyesalve for a wen [stye], take cropleek and garlic, of both equal quantities, pound them well together, take wine and bullocks gall, of both equal quantities, mix with the leek, put this then into a brazen vessel, let it stand nine days in the brass vessel, wring out through a cloth and clear it well, put it into a horn, and about night time, apply it with a feather to the eye; the best leechdom.
For those who donât know and/or are lucky enough to have never had one, a âwenâ or a stye is a bacterial infection that manifests like a boil or a cyst that on the eyelid. They hurt something awful, and can cause larger infections of the eye. They are usually caused by Staphylococcus aureus.Â
With me? Okay. Fast-forward to 1988. A former biologist turned historian called M.L. Cameron decides to take a look at this old medical leechbook to see what he can see. He takes a good look and says âLads I do believe these Anglo-Saxon leeches werenât nearly so daft as we thought they wereâ (he did not and probably would never actually say that, Iâm paraphrasing). Cameron was particularly interested in the recipe above. As a scientist, he knew a few things:
Garlic and cropleek (leek or onion, or another related plant) have been known to have antibacterial qualities for centuries.
Wine (alcohol) also has antibacterial qualities.
Bullocks gall (literally bile taken from a bull) is known to have detergent properties, and has long been used as an additive to soap for particularly tough stains.
A brazen vessel, or a vessel made of brass, contains a good amount of copper in it. And that copper, when left to sit around for, I donât know, about nine days, would have plenty of time to react with the acids in the onion and garlic and the tartarates in the wine to create copper salts.Â
Coppers salts, as it happens, are cytotoxic, meaning they kill everything: tissue and bacteria.
What an interesting find.
Fast-forward again to 2015. A paper is published by a team from the University of Nottingham, whoâve been working on an âAncientbioticsâ project to investigate ancient medical remedies and see if they actually work. Theyâve turned their sights to the Anglo-Saxons, and are, as was Cameron, particularly interested in this recipe for an eye salve. Without boring you with the finer details of the experiment and its various trials (read it yourself!) I will spoil the ending by telling you that they discovered a few things:
This recipe, which was over 1,000 years old when they tested it, worked.
It worked well.
It worked extremely well.Â
So well, in fact, that (in a lab setting) they even got it to kill Methicillin-resistant Staphylococcus aureus, or as itâs more commonly known, MRSA. MRSA is a modern superbug that has built up a resistance to the antibiotic Methicillin. And this goddamn Anglo-Saxon witchesâ brew freakin murdered it.
Now, as an advocate for modern medicine and sound scientific method, Iâm not about to say that we should go throwing this salve on everything in 2019, because it is, if anything, just a starting point for modern scientists. This salve is still incredibly crude by modern standards and comes with a lot of potential problems. But as a historian⊠it works, you guys, it really works.
Medieval physicians were not idiots. They believed in magic, they believed in all things supernatural, they believed in all those things that are âunreasonableâ or unpopular today, and they practiced them too. But they also interacted with the real world with brains and intellects as sharp if not sharper than yours and mine. They were smart, they studied, they talked to each other in Latin and Greek and Arabic and Anglo Saxon. They made old recipes better and came up with brand new ones. They tried dumb stuff and they tried smart stuff. They didnât have access to even the smallest fraction of the information we have at our fingertips today, and yet they created things like this.Â
To this day, no one knows who created the eyesalve recipe. And no one truly understands why this is the only copy of it. If it worked so well, why isnât it plastered to the headings of every medical textbook from Alfred to Victoria? Speaking personally, I would argue that it has to do with language. Not so long after Baldâs Leechbook was written, the French invaded England and took over. Latin and French became the language of the court, and while Anglo-Saxon lived on throughout the country, and certainly lay doctors would have used Anglo-Saxon books daily, the language of formal English medical education was Latin. Oxford and Cambridge were late to the medical ed game after Salerno, Bologna, Paris, and Montpellier, and naturally fell in step with continental schools as a result, using Latin almost exclusively, and sometimes Greek or Arabic.Â
Point being, by the time medical licenses and medical college degrees are a thing in England, not only does almost no one of university-eligible class speak Anglo-Saxon anymore, no one has use for those Old English texts, because they donât get you your degree, and you canât make a living as a doctor without a degree and doctorâs license. And no oneâs going to translate an old Anglo Saxon text into Latin when Avicennaâs newest old hit, now in Latin, is fresh off the boat from France.
All that to say: Never write something off because itâs old. 1,000 years is a long time ago, but human ingenuity and intelligence are hardly modern inventions. The science of the world hasnât changed; only our tools and our perspective.
Thanks for coming to my TED talk
Further reading:
The 2015 Ancientbiotics report:Â A 1,000-Year-Old Antimicrobial Remedy with Antistaphylococcal Activity
NPR: âAncientbioticsâ Researchers Look For Old Fixes To Modern Ailments
Mental Floss: 20 Anglo-Saxon Remedies from Baldâs Leechbook
Read a paper about how scholars are building on the work of the Ancientbiotics project to better understand how to apply ancient ideas effectively to modern medicine.
Look through Royal 12 D XVIII for yourself! Baldâs eyesalve recipe is on f. 12v and looks like this:
so someone just said theyâre âreally interested in historyâ how careful do you have to be?
 âi just think history is interesting in general! iâm not interested in any specific part of itâ: this person is most likely safe. never drop your guard though
âiâm interested in this specific subject or time period in history. (ex. ancient egypt, the golden age of piracy, the history of the printing pressâ: still probably safe. be on the lookout for certain risky historical subjects. you should know them you see themÂ
âiâm really into WW2 historyâ: this is the caution zone, thereâs plenty of valid reasons to be into WW2, but if they start talking about how Operation Sealion totally could have succeeded, itâs time to abort
 âiâm specifically into roman history, the crusades, prussian military history, and WW2â: danger! do NOT talk about history with this person. in fact, do not talk to this person at all. you will regret it, you do not want to know what they think of the treaty of versailles or why germany lost the first world war
this post has inspired three different responses
1) people who lack any reading comprehension skills whatsoever and seem to think iâm saying âbeing into history makes you badâÂ
2) history students/historians saying some variation of âtbh this is trueâ
3) the kind of people my last point was specifying calling me slurs