
Samuel? Yes, I seem to recall him and his bullshit, I believe, but it’s been such a long time

Whenever you’re ready to stop, Samuel, that’s when we’ll be finished. You tell me

Samuel…Samuel…Samuel and all of his shit…no, I’m sorry, that doesn’t ring a bell

Samuel, I can honestly just straight up can say “bless your heart” now about you and your whole deal, I honestly mean that, good luck with whatever you’re doing

Samuel! Ahh, who could forget Samuel and his whole, I guess, situation, I mean besides me I guess

I honestly don’t know who you’re talking about

I’m not kidding, I’ve never met anyone named Samuel in my life

Samuel!! he was so fun, but there’s no need to give him my new number, no

who

i’m so sorry, you must be mistaken, i’ve actually never met anyone in my whole life

Sam…u…el…

I’m terribly sorry, I can’t hear anything when I’m facing right, Samuel who?
Mallory is an Editor of The Toast.
totally gonna use “I’m terribly sorry, I can’t hear anything when I’m facing [left], Samuel who?” on my brother whose name is samuel because i am deaf in my left ear
I have terrible hearing in my left ear (less than 50%) so I TOTALLY get this.
My brother is also Samuel and I feel a little sorry for him now, mostly because he would not see the humor in this whole fantastic post.
I love #2’s straight up refusal to even do an artfully disdainful pose.
That and her FABULOUS jacket, I always come away from these Art History posts wanting at least one piece of clothing.
Right? The crocheted cuffs, the venetian lace collar and inserts!! GIRL.
Two necklaces! A badass mantilla!
Cuffs on cuffs! A SNOOD!
Pretty sure the cuffs are woven lace, not crocheted. I could be wrong. Either way they’re EPIC.
You think so? Could be; I’m not knowledgeable about woven lace, but the border looked very familiar in a (chain 5, double crochet into next 5 stitches) five times kind of way. (In some eras, combining purchased woven motifs with hand crochet was also pretty common, fwiw.) But yes, the epicness subsumes such petty considerations.
The lace I know about is a little bit of crocheted lace, a little about tatted lace, and a bit more about knitted lace.
Ah, yes, that Samuel. Right, of course. Oh, we’re still talking about him?
“who” lady is GOALS in all aspects, from brows to sleeves to disdain to plaster wall decorations
I love her smug yet noble lips. I bet men were terrified of her at dinner parties.
Don’t waste those gorgeous lips on Samuel
I look like a less pretty version of that lady and men are terrified of me everywhere.
Lucky.
I have her brows, now I must work on the sleeves.
Is painting #1 Samuel himself?
Yes, the incipient mustache, the man-hands, the plunging man collar: not that all these can’t be lady attributes, but pretty sure that’s a painting of a dude.
Psh, Samuel only wishes that were him.
(It turns out to be a self-portrait by Jacques François Delyen. But I’m sure he’s thoroughly done with Samuel too.)
Being done with Samuel transcends all genders and sexualities.
So OVER your shit, Samuel.
This is especially delightful because so many of these women look like ancestors of mine. I don’t think there are any Samuels in my family line, and I have just now decided that it’s because all of my foremothers just disdained him right out of existence.
laugh-crying in recognition of all of this.
you could do male-name bingo and it still applies. why.
wut?!
what
Why does Woman Number Two look like Lin-Manuel Miranda in high drag?
Maybe LMM is a Time Traveler and he dresses that way in the past because time change can change your sexual orientation.
Ronblindore? Is that you?
Not just drag. HIGH DRAG
Something tells me Samuel has one or two STDS, an aversion to dishwashing, and an overbearing mother.
Oh, he likes to TELL people his mother is overbearing, but in fact she’s self-effacing and sweet and has done so much for him…
Too much, if we’re being honest.
#10 = goals
*early 2000s Mariah Carey voice*
I don’t know him.
I recently found myself making that face and doing that headshake when faced with something I just refused to allow into my concept of the universe. it’s such a perfect little moment.
I really want that red flower/hair decoration thing in #11 because I consistently wear giant flowers in my hair and that would just go really well in my collection.
Is the last one wearing a football mouth guard/sticking her tongue behind her lips in that way you do when you’re making a monkey face at a small child?
No, she’s just a long lost member of the Hapsburg clan.
That is seriously the most Hapsburg chin, poor lady.
It took me a second to figure it out, but I think she’s showing a bit of teeth there.
There’s an upper lip that does that, and when the mouth is at rest you can see the teeth. I think it’s a lip shape thing, rather than a buck teeth thing, but maybe I’m wrong.
How come some single features are reproducible like that? But they don’t have names.
Alveolar prognathism can totally do it (imagine your teeth are a picket fence around the house of your tongue. If you pushed out on the tops of the fence posts, that would look like the bottom half of alveolar prognathism.
Sometimes it is a lip tissue thing, but that’s usually only when some sort of breathing-obstruction thing is going on that makes a person breathe through their mouths more often than not. I’ve worked on some old ladies with alveolar prognathism whose lips could cover their teeth and still have room to purse disapprovingly. Tissues can and often are shaped by habit.
#2 gives me life, so I did some internet sleuthing.
Her name is Ilona Zichy and she looks equally disdainful in all her google image results and I am in love.
http://vaol.hu/data/cikk/123/4890/cikk_1234890/0….
https://szikmblog.files.wordpress.com/2014/11/bar…
Oh my stars and garters, that first one?? Is she… in her WEDDING DRESS? Because if she is, well, I imagine her groom caught one glance of her expression and keeled right on over. Probably expressions like that are the reason the wedding veil was invented–don’t want the groom dying too soon, now, do we?
I am in love
“I have better things to do with my time than this, you have better things to do with your time than this, why are we bothering?”
I am also in love, and I will be looking at people like that FOREVER.
The exoticism in #5 is kinda troubling, but she also looks like a total badass. So.
#9 looks like she is a million percent done with Samuels and how DARE anyone bring that name up to her.
Except now I want to know what Samuel’s whole situation was.
You already suppressed that memory once for a darned good reason.
Sorry, Samuel, but I’m too busy being intensely in love with #2’s dress to worry about your problems.
i’m so sorry, you must be mistaken, i’ve actually never met anyone in my whole life
correct
Not only do I actually physically resemble the woman in the second picture, but I am a high school teacher, so I am 99% sure that is a portrait of me.
I want a print of that haughty, satin-duvet-wearing woman with the black hair. I will hang it next to my front door as the last thing I see before leaving my house each day. For inspiration.
“Who” indeed.
Samuel: “you girls are so pretty, you should smile more”
I totally remember this scene, but not until you posted this did I realize that those are middle fingers.
I wish wish WISH I knew someone named Samuel so that I could forward this to him. Oh god, it hurts not to be able to forward this to a Samuel, or even better someone that used to date/fuck/be married to a Samuel. Why could this not have been to Matthew or Michael or Chad or Steve?
Ok I used to date a Samuel and these ladies are taking exactly the right attitude towards him
When the toast shuts down these are what I’m going to miss the most
#2 is so gorgeous and fierce! Wow.
There are several Samuels in my past who I can’t quite recall just now.
From time to time, they ask third parties to pass messages to my inbox because they think that maybe my email address has changed (it has not). To a man, these Samuels wish to declare that we shared something special and that, of everyone they’ve lost contact with (wonder why?), they miss me the most. The best and most hilarious thing is that, because they never thought me special enough to, say, get to know my friends or anything about my life outside of them, the third party is never a close friend or, indeed, anyone who ever was a close friend. Rather, it is always ALWAYS a slightly baffled but well-meaning former acquaintance who maybe worked at the same company or went drinking in the same bars as me a decade ago.
Oh Samuel.
I feel vilified.
Anyway, here’s Wonderwall.