this is objectively terrible but also i will def go to this killer museum:
A former Google diversity head decided he wanted to build a museum dedicated to women’s history in London’s East End, so he submitted a proposal outlining his goals last October. But after the proposal was approved and construction on the museum began, Mark Palmer-Edgecumbe promptly switched tactics, and instead decided to build a museum dedicated to the notorious serial killer Jack the Ripper, who exclusively targeted female sex workers. His excuse? Jack the Ripper is less boring than exploring women’s history and accomplishments.
Judy Greer is perfect and Hollywood is not:
But as Greer graduated from “best friend” to “wife and mother,” Hollywood, it seems, had less and less for her to do. And this isn’t just a Greer-specific problem; this is a film-industry problem, especially in the realm of summer blockbusters. Greer has it better than some other women this summer, and she made hay out of her limited screen time in Jurassic World. But while mom characters like Greer’s, or Jordana Brewster’s in Furious 7, are often relegated to the other end of a phone line or, even worse, trapped in flashback, dad heroes like Paul Walker, The Rock in San Andreas, and Paul Rudd in Ant-Mancontinue to take the wheel. When, through the trickery of Terminator Genisys’s timeline reboot, action’s most famous matriarch, Sarah Connor, is transformed into a comely babe 18 years her son John’s junior, it feels like Hollywood is turning “mom” into a dirty word.
Matt and Jaya left. I has a sad.
Chung wrote that she’d told writers: “I think this essay has a lot of potential, but I don’t think it’s ready for publication yet.” And on other occasions, she’d rejected pieces that were less personal essays and more meditations on the lives of other people who hadn’t been consulted about publication. But neither Chung nor Martin said that there were kinds of content that they cautioned writers against publishing.
Bias sneaks in in subtler ways as well. A doctoral candidate at Harvard University’s Social Cognitive and Affective Neuroscience Lab recentlyuncovered “euphemistic signs of quality” in the winemakers’ notes that appear on bottle labels, with words like “nutty” and “refreshing” corresponding to wines that had received low ratings from critics and rarified terms like “brioche” and “cru” corresponding to high-scoring ones. Similarly, research presented at the American Association of Wine Economists conference in 2013 showed that reviewers reserve florid prose for expensive bottles and use simpler, more pedestrian language to describe Two Buck Chucks. In other words, the fancier a wine appears—or is meant to be—the fancier the words critics conjure to describe it. It’s easy to see how this tendency helps to reinforce the status of high-end vineyards: spending hundreds of dollars on a vintage with aromas of “leather,” “eucalyptus,” and “Japanese maple” sounds more justifiable than splurging on one with flavors of “canned olives with black pepper.” (Maria Konnikova has written for this site about the psychology of wine tasting.)
If Humans Had Sex Like Animals (this. is. great.)
Jazmine repping hard for Nora.
learning a bunch about cheeeeese
John Leavitt drew my attention to this:
OH MY DEAR SWEET LORD THAT MYCROFT IT WILL BE MINE OH YES IT WILL BE MINE
Nicole, your sad is my happy. I get Matt and Jaya back.
that cheese post IS helpful, thank you
(I’m back among the gouda and had some the other day and was reminded of how good the cheese here really is, I need to eat more of it.)
Can someone please advise where to find wine that tastes of “canned olives with black pepper”? Asking for a friend.
Cabernet Franc from Niebaum Coppola. At least that’s about how it tasted in 2003 when I tried it in Napa. Available online, in stores, and at the vineyard, where you can also view costumes for Bram Stoker’s Dracula.
Jack the Ripper isn’t even the best serial killer.
THERE, I SAID IT.
It would have been a better museum and truer to his original idea if he had focused on women serial killers, who, say, murdered all of their husbands.
Like Mary Anne Cotton, who was just discussed on the Stuff You Missed in History podcast!!
Now that I would visit!
Arsenic: convenient, domestic, and ladylike!
(I share a name with a female serial killer. I really want to write about this, just to have the author’s bio comment that I make very good, non-poisonous, soups and cookies. Wink.)
(I actually do, though!)
Dunno what other toasties think of Alan Moore, but he had a nice postscript to his From Hell graphic novel in which he talked about the history of Jack the Ripper theories and said that it may be impossible to ever figure out who he was, simply because of the sheer volume of known facts around the murders and the numerous ways of interpreting them. That, I think, is the appeal: JtR can be virtually anyone that you want him (or her, or them) to be.
Yeah, especially if he was just some weird sailor that left the country after the last murder and no conspiracy of any kind was involved.
Including a creepy planet-hopping space ghost voiced by Piglet.
I have a weird fondness for the guy who insists he proved it was Charles Dodgson, via the cunning use of anagrams and the “significance” of 42–a theory which includes stuttering, awkward CD limping, post knee injury, wandering through Whitechapel asking prostitutes their ages and birthdays.
H. H. Holmes is much more interesting than Jack the Ripper, definitely.
Not only is his name delightfully alliterative – he also had a goddamn murder castle a la the Saw films.
I just just JUST re-finished The Least of All Possible Mistakes and that Mycroft needs to be on my desk right the fuck now.
When I’m having a bad day I open that PDF and start reading. It’s perfect for taking me away from the bullshit of real life.
Me too!
SUCH an important fic. And if anyone is out there who has NOT read this Mycroft/Cisgirl!Lestrade WORK OF ART, here ya go:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/330685/chapters…
“The first time George meets Mycroft Holmes, she tases him.”
I love it beyond logic or reason. Seriously one of the best things I’ve read in years.
It was actually recommended to me on this very site–was it you who first shared it with me?! Because it was responsible for me only getting 3 hours of sleep that night, and it was WORTH IT.
I got it here, too. Will happily participate in any/all discussion thereof.
Favorite recurring gag: Sherlock forcing himself to erase all knowledge of Mycroft and George’s relationship, and then having to experience the trauma anew each time. Oh Sherlock.
Somewhere Sherlock’s coming down with a migraine and doesn’t know why.
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so good!!
no no no no do not link whenever i see the link i read the whole thing again
ok link them people need to KNOW
one of us, one of us, one of us
Don’t listen to Nicole! Always link the fics! I was going to get work done today but now, not so much. What an excellent Friday.
Damn you to hell,I don’t need another fanfic to read. I’m still reading Blood,Coffee and motor oil. Damn it ,I found it and marked it.Who needs sleep?
When will we as a society admit that wine is bad? We have whiskey and cider and beer, many of which don’t taste like upchucked grapes.
Next time someone brags about drinking a fancy bottle of wine, just remind them that wine is bad. That will fix the problem.
Whiskey is gross. I will fight you.
Oh yeah? I’m scared because I’ve seen all those movies where the protagonist takes a swig of merlot before breaking out the fisticuffs.
Ah, see, you’ve been drinking merlot, not THAT’s your problem
(j/k merlot can actually be nice and got an undeserved hit from Sideways but there’s a lot of crappy merlots out there)
(also, re: Whiskey, catweazle, have you tried a nice smooth one? The peaty ones can be rough if you’re not used to them)
(basically: I like all the booze)
(All the booze is great, I will drink wine if I’m at a party and it’s all they have, but also what kind of lame party has only wine, I see you trying to seem urbane even though I know you bought the cheapest brie that Safeway stocked)
Whiskey is my least favorite liquor. I will drink it in a pinch because booze is booze but give me gin any day. I’ll drink gin straight out of the bottle.
Good gin straight from the freezer is pretty much the platonic ideal of alcohol.
Allow me to share a presentation method for gin or vodka that I learned from Jacques Pépin (I think it’s from his book “La Methode,” which basically a chef’s bootcamp in pictures).
Get a can that’s big enough to hold your gin or vodka bottle with a bit of room all around (those large canned-tomato cans are usually big enough). Put the bottle in the can, and fill the can with water up to a point an inch or so below the start of the bottle’s neck. Put the whole thing in the freezer overnight, or until all the water has frozen. Take the whole thing out of the freezer and run hot water over the outside of the can until the ice melts enough so you can pull the ice-imbedded bottle out of the can by its neck.
Voila! — your freezer-cold alcohol is now covered with a beautiful layer of ice, so it keeps super cold while you’re pouring drinks. It also looks classy as hell. Wrap a cloth napkin around the ice for easy handling. Bask in the admiration of all and sundry.
Jacques Pépin is the best. I want to go back in time and marry him. <3
For added glamour, stuff pretty things in the water before freezing (cedar branches, orange slices, etc).
We do that at my mom’s annual Christmas/birthday party. I infuse vodkas with various seasonal flavours, then decorate the ice with corresponding things. Eg: blue spruce vodka with blue spruce branches in the ice; apple spice vodka with you get the picture.
As an aside, blue spruce vodka is always the runaway hit every year.
ETA: We don’t make drinks with the stuff, we just take shots between glasses of bubbly. My mom throws killer parties.
The irony is that the final bottle of wine that dude drinks in the fast food restaurant is indeed a bottle of merlot. So the reason he didn’t want to drink merlot is because he was waiting for, like, the best merlot.
I love wine but I also love this comment.
My fighting style is elegant, like a dancer. I will sip on my cabernet while I gracefully take you down.
Just hand me over your terrible upchucked grapes. Problem solved.
Can we share? Only the reds though, you can have the whites 🙂
I prefer the reds, too. But I like dry whites and will happily drink them all. Just toss me an occasional red tasting of dirt and mushrooms, and I’ll play nice.
All the sweet whites and roses will have to be claimed by someone else (they make me terribly, terribly ill).
Yeah, I’ll actually drink rosé and occasionally white when it’s warm out, but they have to be as dry as possible.
I’ll step up and take the sweet whites!
*clinks glasses of Gewurztraminer with you*
I like some rosés. Well, in the summer. Even in Dutch summer drinking red wine feels weird.
I will take all of those, please send them to me.
I will take all the white wines that smell like wet pavement or cat pee.
There are reds I like the taste of– a peppery zin!– but for whatever reason I seem to get a ferocious headache when drinking even a short pour of red. And port, which I love sniffing, is right out. 🙁
I will take one of each of your wine, whiskey, cider, and beer. Problem solved!
I tried whiskey once and it tasted like someone set rubbing alcohol on fire. I do not get the appeal. Cider is cool though.
Beer is bitter and foul and terrible, and (some) wine is great.
I’m with you on cider though.
I’ve been through a writing degree and an MA in the humanities. I’ve accepted that beer is a taste I will never acquire, and I’m okay with that.
You can just keep thinking that while I happily drink all the wine.
Of course someone already said what I said but with a gif. Some day I will be better at interneting.
No man whiskey especially is the terrible one, wine is good.
Though I do have a joke that I will make so often that it will put everyone’s Dads to shame, which is pretending to smell the wine and then saying that I am getting a nose of old grapes.
My fallback wine tasting joke is to whisper to my companion: “I think this grape juice has gone bad.”
I am drinking wine right now and I can’t bring myself to disagree. It’s just not as nice as lots of other things! Is everyone just pretending?
I will fight you about Judy Greer bc she is adorable and perfect and deserves all the lead roles and give her a movie. She should not have been the perennial best friend or the ex-wife/mother now.
Truth, she is great on this episode of Speakeasy with Paul F. Tompkins (who is also great).
Agreed that Judy Greer is amazing and way underrated. I am personally super psyched to see her in this: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt4000870/?ref_=nm_flmg…. She is costarring! With Natasha Lyonne! And it’s the director of But I’m a Cheerleader, finally returning to comedy (which is basically the only thing she’s really good at). I must wait until October for it to get here, but I am SO READY.
Oh gosh long belly laugh on If Humans Had Sex Like Animals … that’s the funniest thing I’ve seen in quite a while.
You should check out Isabella Rosselini’s Green Porno, then.
Cheese! I love cheese. Just got back from a holiday in France where I ate lots of Comté and Cabecou, and now back in the Netherlands, which doesn’t have quite as wide a variety of cheese, but what we make is gooood. Plus, the boy is away tonight, so guess who has two thumbs and is going to cook something with blue cheese tonight? This moi.
Man those charts made me hungry.
Ooh, what is this Cabecou? I’ve never heard of it and the internet is not all that helpful. CHEESE ME.
It’s really young, raw-milk goat’s cheese (which, as you can imagine, makes it hard to export), in the shape of a small disc. The variety sold near to where I usually go on vacation is called the Rocamadour, and it’s creamy and delicious.
give it
Uh, so, I think I’m about to become a cheese smuggler.
I would totaaaaaaally watch a show about cheese-smugglers, and especially lady cheese-smugglers.
Yessssss! Can they be headquartered in a cheese cave fitted out like a Bat cave?
I’m considering a new vocation as well…
Also, I have secret agent experience.
Isn’t this an ongoing plot line in the later Thursday Next books?
YOU’VE READ THEM OMG AHHH
The family tales of my stepmom’s mother’s cheese smuggling activities were pretty great, especially as she favored the more fragrant cheeses….
will frequent your underground cheese establishment.
My friend who has some experience in these matters suggests that if you want to confuse the airport beagles, your best bet is to put the cheeses in a vacuum-sealed bag, then put them in your dirty laundry. Especially socks.
I am so mad that Buzzfeed is blocked at work because I would really like to read that cheese piece now, as I have a reputation of Really Liking Cheese Almost To The Point Where It’s A Problem to uphold.
(I am going to eat cheese with another Toastie next month and I am so very excited about that you have NO. IDEA.)
Okay if we can’t have ToastCon we should at least have regular Toast Cheese-eatings around the globe.
I am extending an open invitation to any Toasties that may want to accompany me to $5 Fridays at the Cheese Cave.
You have mentioned these $5 Fridays before and they sound amazing. I wish someone would start something like that up in my city – they’d have at least one faithful customer!
I did take one disastrous date there (and one good one!) but yes, I feel like this is a theme that a lot of people and places can get behind. Spread the cheesy love!
I work right next to Penn Station, so BRB jumping on the NJ Coastal line.
The Red Bank train station is nearly walking distance there, just sayin’!
How is it that this is the first time I have heard of The Cheese Cave and how is it my parents did not abandon me there to be raised by cheese as was surely my destiny?
they have CHEESE CLASSES but those always fill up super quickly :'(
!!!!
If I’m ever in the area, I will beg you to go with me.
I will host anyone who wants to visit Fromagination.
THE BEST
I volunteer to sponsor an upstate New York Toast event in the fanciest Wegmans cheese department.
I know there are some DC-area toasties, Cheesetique anyone?
I am SO HAPPY to see all the cheese love. I thought for years that I had a dairy intolerance, but it turns out that maybe it was meat all along? I don’t know how it works, but I am now the happiest little vegetarian ever.
(currently eating polenta with ratatouille and crumbled goat cheese: #winning)
I have but one response to that Jack the Ripper museum, and that response is RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE.
As a true crime buff, I already feel deeply ambivalent towards Rippermania, because it elevates the man to mythological status when he was really just another garden-variety misogynistic murderer. (And of course, most of the time when he pops up in the news, it’s all about him rather than the women whose lives he stole.) This just seals the deal.
There are so many Funkos that I would love to have, but I’m too afraid that once I get one, I will be physically unable to stop collecting them and it will get out of control.
So until they make a Kate Bishop one, I will keep myself in check…
I have told my comic book store that if they HAPPEN to receive a Peggy Carter one (in the red/white/blue outfit!) they can set it apart for me, but they shouldn’t order it especially, because dammit my house is cluttered enough already. But I am weak.
That’s the only one that has made me seriously reconsider my “no buying Funkos” rule. That, and the limited edition Bryan Fuller one, but there was no way I was going to get one since I didn’t even have a Comic-Con badge the day that they sold them.
So far I’ve managed to limit myself to the Hannibal wendigo one. I’m concerned that if I buy any others, my desk will end up covered with inventive Funko murder tableaus.
http://funko.com/collections/hannibal-tv/products…
I’ve got three (Sansa Stark, Robb Stark, and Viserion), but they were all given as gifts. But they’re not even that expensive! Why shouldn’t I buy more until I AT LEAST have all three dragons?
So far I only have one, and that’s because a friend gave me Garrus as a Christmas present. Mycroft is really really tempting though…
I already have way too many desk toys and knick-knacks on my work desk, home desk, and scattered around my home to drive my SO crazy on a regular basis; the Funkos might be the last straw. But I want so many of them…
I NEED all the Hannibal ones, to line up on my desk and creep out my coworkers and boss
TRUTH. I bought my first one (okay, two) in mid-June. Now I have eight.
the Deanna Troi one looks REMARKABLY like Kate Bishop.
Just saying.
Here is a nice link about things from the past and fitting into the future from StoryCorps
“Turtle Style” (If Humans Had Sex Like Animals) is an apt representation of my private life.
Looks quite appealing.
Based on the videos I’ve seen of turtle sex, I totally expected that one to be a dude humping a sneaker.
Or a rollerblade. They do seem really into footwear…
I was just about to make the same comment. Except not with salad.
SAME.
A wine conversation I have had many times:
CUSTOMER: [looking at bottle, rolling eyes] Why do they use all those silly words to describe the taste? Jammy? Leathery?!
ME: Well, sir, they can’t just put “tastes like fermented grapes” on ALL of them.
(Always here for articles about taste perception, though. What a fun weird little branch of science.)
I was watching a documentary on sommeliers on Netflix, and I was appalled at the ways they were describing wine. Some of them might have been accurate, but they were not at all appealing.
“Horse blanket” is my favorite.
Luckily I worked at a grocery store known for its cheap wine, so “leathery” was about as ridiculous as the tasting notes got. I knew nothing about wine when I started and that was probably the most fun learning curve to be on ever.
Yes, I think that was one of the ones where I was like “no, do not use that to describe a wine to me, unless you are trying to prevent me from buying it”.
I understand the notes about florals and other fruits, and I’ll even forgive an “earthy”, but otherwise, I don’t want to hear that the wine I am about to put in my mouth tastes like something that doesn’t belong in my mouth!
That’s how I describe the smell of lapsang souchon tea, which I adore, to my friends — but they never seem to think it’s a good thing. *shrug*
“Tastes like a campfire” would be a completely accurate statement about this tea (my mom loves this tea).
Oooh, I call that “hambone water.” I do not eat meat, and I keep lapsong on hand for occasions where there’s a smoky meat ingredient called for in a dish I’m vegifying.
Puerh smells like dirt to me, or maybe patchouli.
was it Somm? because that documentary is fantastic
I think it was!
The amount of time tobacco comes up when describing alcohol is ridiculous. Please, if you detect that flavor, don’t tell me. Tobacco is not a taste I want associated with my booze.
What I need to know about a wine’s flavor before buying:
Is it sweet? Y/N
The end.
So, here’s the thing about wine: Unless you have the ability to drink A LOT of it, and actually think about the differences, you don’t really develop a palate for picking out those nuances. But then when I drink a bottle at home, most of the time it’s just “good” or “not good” or “terrible”, rather than trying to figure out why I like it specifically, if I’m just going to sit on the couch with Netflix.
Best note I ever got from a customer: “Smells like Barbie’s Armpit” – to mean slightly floral, a little plasticky, a good musk
I would be really into that, actually. I love a good petroleum-based plastic scent!
I’m going to guess that the Barbie’s armpit note is heliotrope. I used to hang out on fragrance forums, and there were a number of people who referred to heliotrope as smelling like cherry pie + the top of a doll’s head.
I will never understand why they waste our time with anything but the proof
I took a scriptwriting class and was in a critique group of all men. And not one of them had a female character who did anything. A needy voice on the phone during the male character’s adventures. One mother who died in childbirth. One mother who was murdered. I took to complaining about it and trying to give lessons in feminism and creativity, and got nowhere.
And we wonder why Hollywood can’t handle women – it’s because from day one these men with dreams of scriptwriting can’t stretch their imaginations far enough to put women in their worlds. They’re all just so BORING, these scriptwriters. Ugh, I never wanted to watch another movie in my life.
Except Magic Mike. Magic Mike I’ll watch a few more times. How long do you think the script is for that one, 5 pages? It mostly seemed like set pieces and letting Channing Tatum do Channing Tatum shit, and I loved it.
http://www.feministe.us/blog/archives/2011/08/23/…
That class sounds great and I hope that his students imprinted on that lesson at least the tiniest, littlest bit. Thanks – I might forward the link to my professor who taught the class!
The timing on the cheese chart could not be more perfect for the Alistair Theirin fanfiction I’m working on.
If you like the If Humans Had Sex Like Animals bit, you’ll love Humon’s Animal Lives comics!
I am loving Judy Greer in Married*. It’s bittersweet and low-key, and it uses the conventions of a sitcom marriage to make something gentler, sadder, sweeter.
Even so, I got a little exhausted by the wives gonna wife tropes of season one, but I think that’s the point; it shows what those “fun” husband/nagging wife pairs would be like in something approaching real life, and it is exhausting and worrisome as well as occasionally adorable and funny.
So far, the second season has given Greer’s character more to do, expanded her world a bit, and given her a little more to be happy about, both in her marriage and outside it. I hope the show sticks around, and I hope it gets more coverage.
*disclosure: my husband writes The A.V. Club review of Married, but I suspect I’d read it even if we weren’t, y’know, married.
Linda Hamilton as Sarah Connor in T2 made a huge impression on me. I think of her doing those angry pull-ups when I’m at the gym. She was so ferocious! Can we please get a movie with a kick ass action hero who is a woman and who also looks pretty damn jacked? Do filmmakers not understand how much mileage they could get out of “muscled mom saves kids and husband”? I read a lot of settler narratives and, you know, to quote Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt “females are strong as hell”. Untapped market, screenwriters, untapped market.
I was kind of disappointed by Terminator: Genisys; Emilia Clarke is OK, I guess, but I’d have expected that a Sarah Connor who was raised by a T-800 since she was 9 to be more like Ronda Rousey dual-wielding just about anything.
Someday when “action movies with a jacked female lead” is a legit genre, Haywire will be seen as a before-its-time progenitor. It’s a brutal little film that went under the radar, possibly because (oh, who am I kidding, certainly because) the moviegoing public was not ready for
VERY MILD SPOILERS BELOW
Gina Carano kicking the shit out of, in order:
1. Channing Tatum
2. Michael Fassbender
3. Ewan MacGregor
4. Antonio Banderas
with occasional breaks to kick the shit out of many of Hollywood’s finest stuntmen.
It’s directed by Steven Soderberg, so it looks great and has a slick minimal storyline that mostly sets up one chase / fight after another with the requisite breaks for betrayals and so on. The action is definitely subversive, since Carano’s character both inflicts and absorbs a lot of realistic damage — the kind of thing that Hollywood usually elides with an artful “oh, her hair is just mussed a little, so she didn’t really get -hurt- because she’s a woman and we can’t have a woman actually fighting like a man does.” Super underrated.
“Gina Carano beating up Michael Fassbender” is a valid sexual orientation.
I feel this way about Lena Headey in SCCC. I have no interest in seeing the new one.
Meryl Streep in “River Wild”. Even teaches her wimpy husband to man up by example.
direct quote from this “former google diversity head” guy :
“It is absolutely not celebrating the crime of Jack the Ripper but looking at why and how the women got in that situation in the first place.”
Yes, how exactly did these women allow themselves to be targeted by a serial killer? What could they have done differently? That’s the real interesting question here.
I did not think that I could be any more enraged by that asshole and yet, huh, here I am, even more enraged.
in which we answer the pertinent historical question of what ought those Victorian women have been wearing
Well, we know that Annie Chapman lost her husband and baby daughter, and Elizabeth Stride moved from Sweden to England to work as a domestic servant (although she already had a criminal record for prostitution in Gothenburg, and had given birth to at least one child, a stillborn girl) and Mary Ann Nicholls turned to prostitution after being abandoned by her husband, allegedly because of her drinking, and Catherine Eddowes’ (common-law) husband hid their children from her after they split up, and Mary Kelly may or may not have been married to a coal miner who died in an explosion, and all five women were known to drink heavily,
but I’m pretty sure that’s not the “why and how” this guy is looking for.
Exactly! I went on the tour ànd was fascinated by the women and their stories and how they got in to such vulnerable positions because society would not look out for them. I could see how women’s stories could be told well but I’m not sure if I trust this Museum to do so.
I think I went on the same tour! I did it on my honeymoon. (We’re romantics, I tell you.) I super appreciated how the tour guide humanized the women, which is so rare in Ripper nonsense. (Except for Ripper Street, which is the best because it has zero to do with the Ripper.)
I went on that tour as well! I remember the guide telling us how Eddowes had gotten kicked out of a bar (? it’s been awhile) and told the barman that she was going to go make some money so that she could come back and drink some more.
(There’s a really fantastic scene in the ITV series Whitechapel where a Ripper historian is leading a tour, and is horrified when the tourists loudly complain that they don’t CARE about the victims, they want to hear about the GORE. He leaves them in the middle of Whitechapel and goes home to burn all his Ripper books, it’s very satisfying.)
So, patriarchy.
Well, yeah. And of course this dude isn’t interested in humanizing details like Mary Kelly’s bad temper or Elizabeth Stride learning to speak Yiddish; he just wants the salacious details of how they died. (There’ll probably be life-size models of the crime scenes, ugh.)
Man, I would actually totally go to a Jack the Ripper Museum. I find serial killers interesting, that is my way. And I even enjoy the cheesey wax dummy stuff at the London Dungeon et al (I may have startled my fellow choir members with my somewhat extensive knowledge of torture weapons). But there are already several museums about serial killers! I can get my fix. A museum about the social history of women in London sounds fascinating also, and there are NONE of them. Why would we push aside this awesome idea that is totally underrepresented for a super-overrepresented thing? And yeah, the idea that a museum about women was pushed aside for a museum about hurting women is just appalling.
Teal deer, I will totally go to every Jack the Ripper exhibit in London EXCEPT that one, because fuck that guy, and if someone wants to start an ACTUAL museum about women in London I will give them all the dollars I can spare.
I was once on a long call on a pay phone (remember those?) and saw two slugs approach each other and then just meld into each other and suck their faces off for five minutes, and then one of them hightailed it away, leaving the other one there, alone and uncuddled. Slugs: they too have depressing sex.
I went out to the garbage can really early the other morning and saw two slugs doing something on the gate post and I wasn’t sure if it was sex or cannibalism. There was slime everywhere, like a huge glob dangling down off one of them while they were suspended from a thin bit of slime. I took a twig and unceremoniously removed them both from the post.
I was thoroughly squicked out for the rest of the morning. Little squicked out recalling it.
Apropos of nothing: http://www.buzzfeed.com/morganshanahan/this-is-wh…
Oh bless you NIcole (Chung) for not accepting stories written about other people without their permission. I know someone this happened to, and it was awful. (And also a complete misrepresentation of events.)
Jack the Ripper is less boring than exploring women’s history and accomplishments.
1. Screw you, Museum Guy; screw you with a foggy London mystery screw.
2. Why the hell would anyone believe in the accuracy of the exhibits at a museum that was built on a colossal lie?
3. “Mark Palmer-Edgecumbe” is a total serial killer name. You think you’re cleverly hiding in plain sight, but you’re not. WE SEE YOU.
4. See Point 1.
Women: Only Interesting If They’ve Been Violently Murdered by Mark Palmer-Edgecumbe.
I’d go to that Jack The Ripper museum if Mark Corrigan were the permanent tour guide.
I suspect he's a Jack the Ripper collector/fetishist who wanted to show the world.
I would be really into that, actually. I love a good petroleum-based plastic scent!
I went out to the garbage can really early the other morning and saw two slugs doing something on the gate post and I wasn't sure if it was sex or cannibalism. There was slime everywhere, like a huge glob dangling down off one of them while they were suspended from a thin bit of slime. I took a twig and unceremoniously removed them both from the post.
I was thoroughly squicked out for the rest of the morning. Little squicked out recalling it.