I haven’t had the opportunity to wish
you happy Woman’s Day. I support all of you beautiful ladies, of course
including every single being who feels like a woman all the time or only
sometimes. Let’s celebrate femininity together!
Today something a bit different, ispired by cult party kei and maybe larme a little bit? Finished collection this weekend at etsy.com/shop/zombieunicornjewelry
I find it deeply ironic that the same kids who told me Freshman year that the reason I wasn’t still religious is because I was raised wrong (aka Irish Catholic) are the same kids packing it into a bar wearing all green today. And by ironic I mean DEEPLY ANNOYING.
Baden in Switzerland where the peace with the Kaiser and (the) King of France was negotiated
The “Peace of Baden” in 1714b was the first international treaty negotiated on Swiss territory, making it the first of many. More than 300 years ago, the neutral Switzerland was chosen to host to mediate between the different parties in the War of the Spanish Successor.
The peace was already largely negotiated before in Utrecht (the Netherland) and Rastatt (Germany), but the final touch was given in Baden. While the Swiss did not have a direct connection to either of the groups, the catolic parties within Switzerland were able to secure a deal with the other catholic party of the war in order the ensure being protected if there would be another civil war in Siwtzerland between the protestant and catholic cantons (as there was one 2 years before the Peace of Baden).
This 1854 print depicts what the ironically-named Native American Party - a.k.a. the Know-Nothings - an anti-Catholic, anti-immigration party - considered the ideal American male. I find this incredibly fascinating, since the individual depicted would be stereotyped as, quite honestly, aggressively homosexual by the nativist wing of American politics today, certainly not a real American, and certainly not any ideal of maleness. He doesn’t even match present-day conceptions of what a “manly” 19th-century American would look like.
That’s how I attempt to dance, since I have close to zero talent but at least I get to justify myself with: “I’m dancing like a time lord! Don’t judge me" And today especially, what with the whole Catholic tumblr party. So… PARTY ON
What have I always believed?
That on the whole, and by and large, if a man lived properly, not according to what any priests said, but according to what seemed decent and honest inside, then it would, at the end, more or less, turn out all right.