flu epidemic

  • capitalist: we're good for the government
  • capitalist: you know how we don't give people sick days
  • capitalist: and create flu epidemics because our workers fear homelessness more than self care and preventing the spreading of disease.
  • capitalist: the government loves it.
  • capitalist: that's why they spend billions on paying for it, instead of just forcing us to allow our workers paid sick days
  • capitalist: shout out to the USA

    In honor of Black History Month, we’re highlighting accomplishents of African-Americans in Chillicothe history.

    The women pictured here are some of the first black nurses to serve with the US Army. One of the nurses was Nancy Minnis, but she’s not identified. They’re standing outside of their headquarters at Camp Sherman. 

    About 1,800 black nurses were certified by the American Red Cross for duty with the military during WWI. However the Red Cross had no control over their assignments to hospitals, which meant that unless a “colored” cantonment had need for them, their services were not often utilized. The situation changed with the 1918 influenza epidemic when help was scarce. After the armistice was signed, the nurses were accepted into the Army Corps.

    Nurse Aileen Cole Stewart later said, “Each of us did contribute quietly and with dignity to the idea that justice demands professional quality for all qualified nurses.“

    This photo was used in the American Journal of Nursing October 2000 issue.



The story starts in 1918 during the Spanish flu epidemic in London. The British capital has become a ghost town because of the disease and the rise of violence. Jonathan Reid, the character you play, is a renowned surgeon who is also a war veteran, the twist being that he was turned into a vampire against his will. The developers want to emphasize the duality of the hero who will be torn apart between his desire to save people and his need for blood. Since drinking blood will be his only way to evolve and gain new skills, he is bound to kill innocent people in the process.

The 1918 influenza epidemic killed 50-100 million people worldwide, more than the Black Death killed in a century. The 1918 pandemic claimed more victims in 24 weeks than AIDS in 24 years. More soldiers died from the flu than from WWI.

The 1918 flu epidemic was also fast. In Washington, DC, one young woman called to report two of her roommates were dead, and another was sick, while she was unaffected. By the time medical help arrived at the apartment, all four were dead.

The operator of a mine elevator succumbed so quickly to the sweaty paralysis of the Spanish flu that there was no time to evacuate the elevator before he lost control. The elevator plummeted, killing 24 miners.

Dragon Age Meta: The Biology and Life History of Lyrium, and Dwarven Physiology

Here is part 2 of 3 treatises on lyrium so far!  It’s nearly 2000 words.  Why am I doing this?  Because science, and I think this is a plausible explanation of how some of Thedas works.  And because my nerdy brain won’t let me rest until I get these headcanons down.

Here is Part 1: Pathophysiology of Lyrium Addiction and Withdrawal.  I’m going to go back and revise it a bit later based on this post as well.

Part 3, Pathophysiology of the Blight Disease and the Origin and Rise of Red Lyrium, has been split off because this is getting really, really long; I’ll post it tomorrow.

ALSO if you actually read this all the way through THERE MAY BE ANATOMIC ILLUSTRATIONS I DOODLED as a bonus!

In Dragon Age: Inquisition, Bianca Davri tells Varric that lyrium is alive, and the cause of red lyrium is the Blight, which only affects living things.

But what is naturally occurring lyrium, anyway?

Lyrium’s most likely analogue in our world is a fungus.  Lyrium does not appear to grow in sunlight, making photosynthesis impossible, and is found deep within the earth, as are many molds, deep mushrooms, and lichens.  Lyrium also shares characteristics with fungi like mycelia, AKA a fungus’ branching, thread-like vegetative form.  There are reports of fungi that may cover over a mile (there is a fungus in Oregon that is believed to be 2.4 miles in diameter and is still only one organism) by way of these projections… which could also be referred to as veins.  Lyrium veins are present in both Dragon Age: Origins and DA2, and it is constantly mentioned that lyrium must be mined, despite the fact that you can walk into pieces of it in the Deep Roads – clearly there must be more, much more, beneath the surface.

If lyrium is a living fungus, that allows it to be infected by the Blight.  

Why hasn’t lyrium been known to be alive before?  There may be several answers for that.  Its fruiting bodies or rhizomorphs (the bits of lyrium that Hawke or a Warden stumbles upon in the deep roads) may be so hardened that it seems like to a soft type of mineral, like talc.  Given that a rhizomorph is made up of millions of tiny threads of hyphae, you could take a rhizomorph and crumble it, and if the fungus is rather hard, it would not seem unlike a mineral.  Keep in mind that no one has developed the microscope in Thedas.  

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In many of Shiele’s drawings we see the hand as though it were a skeleton. Was Egon trying to remind us of our mortality? Interesting question when we know he died at the young age of 28, one of the 20 million who perished wirh the Spanish flu epidemic during WW1. Shiele was an Austrian artist and friends with Gustav Klimt. You can see the influence in his female portraits. I wonder where he would have taken his gift if had lived longer? Losing an artist is always a somber feeling.

Emil’s New Year hc
  • Emil’s parents usually leave the town and go party with their group of friends.
  • Usually he goes home to see his grandparents to celebrate with them because he doesn’t want them to be alone. Such a sweet family boy.
  • This year, though, it’s the flu epidemic and Emil falls sick just a few days before the New Year.
  • All his friends are out partying, but Emil feels super bad. He doesn’t want to make people worried about him, so when they text him to ask how he is, he sends back pics of him being wrapped in a blanket on his couch watching TV.
  • He eventually runs out of tea and feels too bad to go to the kitchen for more.
  • It’s 7pm and he’s already sleeping on the couch with Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets on TV.
  • He’s woken up by a gentle shake and the smell of gingerbread tea. There’s only one person who sends him that tea every year for Christmas.
  • Michele smiles softly, gently trying to take the giant empty mug from Emil’s hands before he drops it and breaks it. “Let go, I brought you another one.” Emil sees a brand new mug (with dat boi) on the table, steam coming out of it. It has a little ribbon on the handle. “I forgot to send you the package with presents, so… here you go.”
  • Emil honestly doesn’t know if he’s just hallucinating because of the fever or if it’s all real.
  • Michele spends the night with sleeping Emil on the couch, even though Emil keeps muttering he’d catch the flu from him. Michele doesn’t give a damn.
  • At the midnight, he gently wakes Emil up. “Happy New Year, mio caro, this one we will spend together.” Emil barely perceives anything, but he smiles when he feels the kiss on his forhead and nuzzled into the other.
Fun fact

During the Spanish flu epidemic of the late 1910s, the US government created a federal law that prohibited newspapers from discussing the disease because we’d just gotten into WW1 and they were afraid talking about people dying from disease would hurt patriotic morale, and by extension, make themselves look bad. The penalty for breaking said law was 20 years in prison. Even after the flu became worse and more people knew about it (to the point where there were schoolyard rhymes about it), the government still encouraged people not to worry about it, to “be cheerful” and “not even think of the disease”. This is wholeheartedly believed by historians to have made the disease spread faster, as people still congregated in large crowds for patriotic parades and rallies to support the doughboys. Who, incidentally, were not only dying of the disease at an alarming rate, but also spreading it far and wide in other countries.

Thousands were dying, but the government didn’t want people to be mad at them for not knowing what to do, so they just made sure no one talked about it.

The government has always been lying to us, especially when things get bad. They think we’re all idiots, that can’t think for ourselves. This isn’t anything knew. The difference now is that we can access information in was people in the 1910s had barely begun to dream about. Staying informed could very well save your life one day.

Book Review: Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel

STATION ELEVEN by Emily St. John Mandel

Genre: Literary Fiction / Post Apocalyptic

Page count: 336

What drew me to it: I’d heard a lot about this book and the concept really intrigued me (I live for that angsty theatre troup aesthetic). I saw it cheap on book outlet so I picked it up, and a friend in my program raved about it so that pushed me to pick it up next. 

Rating: 3 stars


Station Eleven is an extremely complex post apocalyptic novel set in a world twenty years after a flu epidemic wipes out almost the entire population in a matter of days. One of our many character threads, Kirsten, belongs to a travelling group of actors and musicians who nomadically roam between settlements performing Shakespeare because, as they say, survival is insufficient. It’s what they live for. 

The night the flu epidemic hits the world, an actor named Arthur Leander dies on stage during a performance of King Lear in which Kirsten is present, playing young Cordelia. His thread is also woven through the story, along with various other people, mostly those who are a part of Arthur’s life.


Station Eleven is a very complicated novel. There are many different threads and it’s organized differently than your average multi-POV story. The POVs tend to be blocked, so we’ll get most of one character’s story, then some Kirsten, then the bulk of another character’s story, then more Kirsten, a bit of character thread A, the bulk of character C, Kirsten. I’m not quite clear if there’s method to this madness, but despite being so chaotic Mandel seems to do everything with purpose and the plot didn’t feel messy–mad props to her. It did make it hard to get into Kirsten’s point of view because we weren’t with her too frequently. This structure also made the pace very slow. I personally like slow paced books, but the plot was slow here because there was so much jumping. Despite this, I really admire how Mandel juggled so many threads. It’s commendable. 

The prose of Station Eleven is extremely crisp and lovely. It’s not overly figurative or flowery, but admirable in its clean images. 

I really enjoyed the world of this piece. I haven’t read a dystopian novel in years because I got kind of tired of them, but this is so different! The world wasn’t convoluted, melodramatic, or cliche (as I’ve seen in a lot of dystopian novels). I thought Mandel demonstrated exceptional insight into understanding the logical repercussions of her apocalyptic event, and the psychologies of the characters. One element I found quite fascinating was the way the different generations were portrayed. Those who were teens or adults during the collapse struggled the most, they had lost the most. Those who were young children remember the old world, but were so young it feels more like a dream. The adults look at the children with a bit of jealousy, because the children will never know the luxuries of modern life, they will never mourn the old world. 

The story is definitely quite lofty. We’re high above the story in an almost omniscient way. We get a lot of summary sections to condense time. We see a lot. It’s a big story, although I really appreciate how in this giant story we got to focus on some smaller, human stories within. 

My favourite character thread was Kirsten’s, which brings me to one of my criticisms. I really wanted more from her. In the grand scheme of the story, not much actually happens in Kirsten’s story. We don’t spend much time with her. I enjoyed the other storylines, but they really started to take center stage (haha stage. Because it’s a story about actors? I’ll stop now). In the end, I found myself a bit dissatisfied with Kirsten’s story because really, there wasn’t much of it. On its own, it would probably be a novella. Also, as a result of the frequent jumps away from her, I never found myself too connected to Kirsten. There were elements of her character I liked, but it was more that I wanted to get to know her than that I really knew her. I thought the interview clippings revealed the most about her, and I thoroughly enjoyed those sections. 

Along with Kirsten, I didn’t find myself too connected to any of the characters. I don’t know what it is, I honestly think it might be a ‘it’s me not you’ case, but although they were complex I didn’t feel close to them. I feel like we could have used more information on a lot of them. Miranda interested me. I felt the story focused too much on Arthur. The one section of the book I adored was about the airport. I won’t say more about that because of spoilers, but that section was fantastic. The short section there about ‘the girl who needed Effexor’ moved me and hit me the hardest of any other point in the story. Strange, since she was such a minor character. I think it’s because it’s a consequence of the apocalypse I never thought of–lack of access to anti-depressants–but would have a huge affect on a lot of people.

All in all, Station Eleven is a very high quality work of fiction. I liked a lot of things about it, and my criticisms are things that I really think are ‘it’s me not you’ cases. I almost feel like I should have enjoyed this more than I did because it’s a very polished novel written deftly, intelligently, and skillfully. For me it boiled down to my lack of connection to the characters. If the concept interests you, it’s worth a read! (And the concept is awesome, let’s be real.) Lovely novel, I wish I could have broken through that wall of glass between myself and the characters. 

You might enjoy this book if you like: high concept fiction, an original take on a post-apocalyptic novel (aka you want dystopian without the tropes), multiple-POVs, clean yet beautiful writing style, large scope

You might not enjoy this book if you don’t like: complicated timelines, somewhat distant characters, literary genre fiction, slow pace, a scope so large connections aren’t always clear, dystopian fiction with multiple contemporary threads

Kyle’s Tragic Month

Prompt: “Rainstorm” for @spdrabblebomb
Summary: Kyle is moody.
Words: 606
Rating: G ( no warnings / no pairing - but possibly pre-style if you squint )

Kyle watches the storm from the warmth of his bedroom; his position offers an ideal view of the rain and allows him to channel his minimal energy toward scowling at the droplets as they smack against his window.  He is spending the day doing exactly what he did every day for the past three weeks: laying on his back in bed and stewing in resentment.

He recalls that nobody was particularly surprised when Garrison kicked him from class the minute he showed symptoms of a high fever and chills, nor were they shocked when the school nurse announced that Kyle had once again kicked off a flu epidemic at South Park Elementary as patient zero, this time at the start of spring.  He’d been bedridden for a week, but then cleared by his pediatrician and sent back to school.  It took only four days for him to relapse with bacterial pneumonia and Sheila was beside herself with a level of hyperbolic dread only a Jewish mother could contain.

Three weeks of x-rays and antibiotics later, Kyle is again cleared to return to society, but Sheila is convinced he could drop dead at any moment.  She took one look at the weather forecast and forbad Kyle from going outside.  She is holding his college fund hostage for good measure, lest he allow Stan to rescue him through his second-story bedroom window.

His phone dings, distracting him from the depressing cesspool that are his thoughts.  Kyle rolls on his side and tilts the screen toward him, lifting it just enough to be able to see: New Message – Stan M.  He unlocks his phone and reads,

me & ken r goin 2 sp com w us

I can’t go outside, he texts back, Mom is worried I’ll get sick again.

He scowls and chucks his phone across the room; it lands with a thunk muffled only slightly by the padding of the carpet.  Stan ought to know that he can’t go.  Honestly, even asking is inconsiderate; is he intentionally rubbing Kyle’s nose in all the fun they’re having without him?

He can hear Stan blowing up his phone with follow-up texts, but he doesn’t have the energy to retrieve it. He rolls on his back again and closes his eyes, trying not to hate Stan and failing.  Any decent friend, he reasons, would change their plans for the sake of their super best friend, and yet the best Kyle can hope for is a visit several hours from now.  He’ll have to pretend to be happy to see Stan, rather than pissed off by the sight of his flushed, happy, muddy face.

He closes his eyes and tries to focus on his breathing, or the sound of the rain, or anything except how much fun Stan and Kenny are probably having together.  Will they have some grand adventure and bond over it?  How long until Kenny usurps Kyle’s position as the better best friend?

He huffs and rolls over, burying his face in blankets and groaning loudly in frustration and misery. He does this for a long time—until he feels that some amount of his anxiety has lessened, then lifts his head. He startles, not expecting to see two boys standing in the open doorway.  He didn’t hear them at all.  Stan looks uncomfortable and Kenny is barely containing his laughter.

“We, uh,” Stan says, “Thought we’d come over and play games.  ‘Cuz you can’t go out, so.”  He smiles a little awkwardly.  “It wouldn’t have been fun without you anyway,” he adds.

Kyle nearly falls out of bed in his rush to join his wonderful, thoughtful friends.

COLLAB IMAGINE WITH @notsoobviousfangirl!!

Title: Quarantine (Avengers)

Summary: A flu epidemic seems to be breaking out in Avengers Tower. For being (mostly) superhuman individuals, they really don’t know how to deal with this minor crisis.

Word Count: 3463

A/N: This was a collab with my new-found friend @notsoobviousfangirl .  She’s SO amazing and talented, go check her out. I wrote for Sam, Bucky, Thor and Scott. She wrote for Tony, Steve, Natasha and Wanda. Enjoy, my friends!! 


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poisonousroses  asked:

Hello! Do you know any 17 Again Sterek au fics? Or fics that Derek or Stiles goes back in time to win each other back?

Hey poisonousroses

Fluffy here, sorry I couldn’t find any to match your ask specifically! So I just compiled a whole bunch of time travel fics for you! Hope this works instead! 

Time After Time by bleep0bleep

6,095  I  3/3  I  Fluff, Humor
Teen and Up
“It’s okay,” the guy says, “I’m Derek Hale. I’m from the future.”

Insight Comes In Different Ways by hbarker10

7,134  I  Meddling Pack
Teen and Up
The pack is so sick of Stiles and Derek not being together even though there completely in love with each other. To help they use magic to try and give them some insight in to their feelings they just didn’t count on bring their daughter from the future.

Falling Ass Over Head by writesstuff

7,391  I  Teen Derek
Teen and Up  I  part of this series
Stiles accidentally magics and is sent back pre-Hale Fire
He’s going to kill Deaton when he finds him. Kill him dead. Why? If it wasn’t for Deaton giving him the book, and telling him how much of a ‘spark’ he had for things, and sending him off with nothing more than the instructions to ‘read up’, then he probably wouldn’t be in this mess.
‘This mess’ is being stranded in the forest at night, staring at a much younger looking Peter Hale. 

Weave Ourselves in a Circle by Akabit

18,035  I  10/10  I  Magical Stiles Stilinski
Teen and Up
Stiles and Lydia try to cast a time loop spell but wind up with something altogether more complicated. Every action has consequences.
Stiles hops through time to fix everything. Sort of good Peter is sort of helpful…sometimes.

See You Tomorrow in Ten Years by ButterflyBunny

19,044  I  7/7  I  Magic!Stiles, AU-13 Going On 30
General Audiences
He was tired of it.
It was the last week of his senior year and instead of being worried about his grades or which college he was attending, he had to worry about the next supernatural creature that was going to attack Beacon Hills.
“So it grants you a wish” Derek frowned, “In exchange of what?”
Stiles rolled his eyes.
“Who cares! It’s a wish, anything you want” Stiles looked at Derek, “Can you imagine that?”

Time to Begin by triedunture

20,752  I  Angst, Pack Feels
Teen and Up
Stiles learns some heavy-duty magic, and Derek convinces him to send him back in time to fix all the mistakes he’s made. But Derek ends up making things worse, and Stiles has to think creatively to save him. And everyone else, including their younger selves.

Fly a Little Faster by mirrorkill

32,052  I  Episode 3.08
Teen and Up
Everyone knows when you go back in time, you shouldn’t step on an ant, just in case you accidentally kill your own grandparent or something. But what happens when you go back in time and, uh, accidentally interrupt the one event that apparently made the Grumpiest Alpha in Town into a ball of mindless manpain?
Well, if Marty McFly can do it, so can Stiles Stilinski. All he has to do is get Derek and Paige to fall in love before he gets pulled back to his own time. And before he makes anything worse. That’s easy as pie, right? Right?

What Butterfly Effect? by chimera01

38,241  I  8/8  I  Magical Stiles, Canon Divergent
After the attacks by the Darach and the Alpha Pack, Stiles falls victim to a nasty flu epidemic, which affects his magical “spark”. Thrust into the past, before the time of the Hale fire, Stiles has the chance to right some serious wrongs. How will his actions affect his life and relationships in his proper timeline?

Now as Ever (All That Is and Has Been) by venis_envy

52,270  I  16/16  I  Slow Build, Hurt/Comfort
Stiles can’t remember what happened to rearrange the time-space continuum, or how he ended up being pulled into the past. All he knows is that he’s there now, in 2003 Beacon Hills, with a teenage werewolf and a possibly-crazy veterinarian as his only allies.

A Little Lost by exclamation

73,366  I  32/32  I  Magical Stiles Stilinski
Mature  I  Part of this series
A magical accident sends Stiles back in time. Now he’s stuck in New York, living with Derek and Laura, and the only way to get back to his own time is to learn to use magic. Meanwhile, he must figure out how much he can tell them about their future. Can he warn them about the dangers they face? Can he change his own past?
And can he trust the creature known as Bookworm, who seems to know him better than he knows himself?

If anyone has any that fit closer to the ask, don’t hesitate to send them in! Until then, hope y’all enjoy the time travel fun!

Love and internet hugs,

Fluffy Wolf

Please fire me. I had to cover my coworker’s weekend shift cause she called in claiming she had Ebola but she wasn’t sick enough to go to the hospital. She was back to work two days later. With a stuffy nose.

Hunting with my Boys

Originally posted by heytheredeann

Pairing: Mary x John
Word count: 2,545
Warnings: Swearing
A/N: Written by Amy and Brittiny

Part 1 of the Evolution of Negan

“In world news, the CDC has announced that this year’s flu epidemic has reached an all time high. They are urging people who are exhibiting flu like symptoms to go directly to their local hospital. Everyone else is encouraged to get the flu shot before supplies run out. Jim, tell us what you have in local news.”

Mary looked at the TV screen and shook her head at the footage of hospital emergency wards all over the country being overrun with sick people. “John, are you sure this is the best time for you and the boys to go hunting?”

“Sweetheart, stop worrying. We’ll be fine, you know that we Winchesters never get the flu,” Mary rolled her eyes at her husband’s words, “This is going to be one of the last times that the three of us will get to go hunting,” John said. He walked over to where his wife stood and wrapped his arms around her.

John smiled down at her, “I promise we’ll be okay. But with Sam leaving for Stanford soon, I’d like to have time with him and Dean.”

She sighed and gave him a sad smile. “Please, be careful.” Her voice was soft. “It’s not just the chance of you catching the flu, it’s how chaotic things seem to be getting.” Mary told him. Every morning with her coffee, she would watch the news. More and more she was hearing about this epidemic, and it terrified her. Her lips met his for a moment before she patted his cheek. “But, have fun. I know how much this trip means to you, John.”

Dean walked in moments later, chuckling. “Geez, mom. We’re going hunting, not going to war. Don’t look so glum.”

“Who’s glum?” Sam asked walking in the kitchen.

“Me. Apparently, I’m overreacting about all my men leaving for the weekend,” Mary said with a smile.

Sam grinned at her, “C’mon Mom, you know we can take care of ourselves.”

Mary nodded, putting her hands out, “Fine. Now get this hunting crap out of my kitchen. You know I don’t like hunting.”

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joynessandlove  asked:

Hiya there! thanks for your work ~ is there any updates on the time travel tag? it's one of my favorites.


I’ll be right back (in 24 years) by AnaIsFangirling (Ana_K_Lee) (35/35 | 48,189 | PG13)

When Derek thought about time travel – and he did, a lot – this was not what he’d had in mind. He’d thought he would see his younger self, tell him to leave Paige alone and NEVER trust Kate Argent. He’d thought he’d get to come back once that was done and everything would be perfect. He never imagined having to relive his entire life.

Time After Time by bleep0bleep (3/3 | 6,095 | PG13)

“It’s okay,” the guy says, “I’m Derek Hale. I’m from the future.”

Misfire by mothlights, unpossible (6/6 | 28,804 | PG13)

“The debt must be repaid,” she says, and it has the weight of a vow. The words resonate through him, ringing through his ribcage and the bones of his jaw, and Stiles loses his breath and maybe his grip on reality because she draws herself upright and where there had once stood a supermodel-level MILF now there is Galadriel’s much hotter older sister, a Presence of unmistakable power in their ordinary, smells-vaguely-of-Thai-takeout hallway.

“Oh shit,” Stiles says.

A Little Lost by exclamation (32/32 | 73,366 | R)

A magical accident sends Stiles back in time. Now he’s stuck in New York, living with Derek and Laura, and the only way to get back to his own time is to learn to use magic. Meanwhile, he must figure out how much he can tell them about their future. Can he warn them about the dangers they face? Can he change his own past?

And can he trust the creature known as Bookworm, who seems to know him better than he knows himself?

Time To Say Goodbye by matildajones (1/1 | 34,323 | PG13)

Derek finds an older version of himself at his front door, along with Stiles, a boy from the future.

What Butterfly Effect? by chimera01 (8/8 | 38,241 | R)

After the attacks by the Darach and the Alpha Pack, Stiles falls victim to a nasty flu epidemic, which affects his magical “spark”. Thrust into the past, before the time of the Hale fire, Stiles has the chance to right some serious wrongs. How will his actions affect his life and relationships in his proper timeline?

anonymous asked:

any levihan headcanons?

Ok so this is completely outta nowhere but I imagine when the seasonal cold/flu epidemic rolls around, without fail, they both fall ill at the same time. every. single. year. And Hange just tries to keep going and doin the Hange thing but eventually collapses into a useless blob of snot. Levi, on the other hand, just tends to rest up and take it easy, but he’s the type that gets super extra pissy the worse he feels, so everyone but Hange stays about 4653125 feet away and the two of them just hole up together until they don’t feel like death anymore.


Happy New Year! Thank you so much to all of my amazing followers- I can’t believe how quickly this blog has grown over the past year, and how much support I get from all of you. I just love hearing your feedback and getting your questions. And I can’t think of better way to kick off 2015 than with a FRIDAY FASHION FACT! How many of you couldn’t come up with something to wear on New Years Eve, and went with an old standby- the little black dress? It’s one of the most common and classic pieces of fashion, appropriate for nearly every occasion. So where did such an iconic dress come from?

Through the turn of the 20th Century, black was associated with mourning. The rare times when a woman would wear black outside of mourning were considered shocking and improper. However, during World War I and the Spanish Flu epidemic, mourning became so widespread and universal, that people had little choice but to abandon the traditional rules of mourning dress, and thus the color black began to be worn more commonly.

On October 1, 1926, Vogue printed a sketch of a simple black dress by Coco Chanel. The dress was dubbed, “Chanel’s Ford” in reference to Henry Ford’s famous line about the Model-T, “Any customer can have a car painted any colour that he wants so long as it is black.” The image was small, easily passed over by a casual reader. It was accompanied by this short paragraph:

“The Chanel ‘Ford’- the frock that all the world will wear- is model 817 of black crepe de chine. The bodice blouses slightly at the front and sides and has a tight bolero at the back. Especially chic is the arrangement of tiny tucks which cross in front. Imported by Saks Fifth Avenue.”

Though this was not the first simple black dress ever to appear in a fashion magazine, the following month Vogue Paris dubbed Chanel’s dress “the uniform of the modern woman.” However, while Chanel continued to promote the basic dress, it took quite a bit of time for the LBD to garner widespread praise. When the stock market crashed in 1929, people would escape to the movie houses where it was a common sight to see a starlet dressed in black, which photographed sharply in black and white films. Even with the rise of Technicolor, black remained common for stars, as the technology was still being perfected and colors would often distort. Department stores began to advertise the little black dress, using Chanel’s mantra that, “One is never over nor under-dressed in a little black dress.”

The versatile style would be seen on Hollywood bombshells and old-money socialites alike. When Audrey Hepburn donned her basic black Givenchy dress and pearls in Breakfast at Tiffany’s, the little black dress officially secured it’s place in every woman’s wardrobe.

Want to learn more about the little black dress? Check out these books:

Little Black Dress, by Andre Leon Talley

Little Black Dress: Vintage Treasure, by Didier Ludot

Have a question about fashion history that you want answered in the next FRIDAY FASHION FACT? Just click the ASK button at the top of the page!

peterpanpotterman  asked:

why ate you using lines from Twilight?

Because it was funny? lbr here, who among us didn’t go through a twilight phase? (who else has had to explain to their trivia team that they’re sure the last great flu epidemic was during ww1 because that’s how edward cullen “died”? i’m not the only one right? RIGHT???)