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Today is this blog’s birthday. Fourteen bloody years. And the damn thing’s still here. Just sayin’.
Oh, and you may want a moment to process this.
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The face in the lower right corner looks somewhat like Patrick Stewart.
Something to push the buttons of any visiting leftists:
Cravats were used to hide the neck
Other than the fact that women had the same diet and didn’t wear cravats, and that goiter was more endemic in the non-cravat wearing peasantry due to crappier diet, and that even Galen used seaweed as a cure (though he had no clue the iodine therein was responsible), not really.
Wikipedia aside, if one were to find the first person ever to wear anything resembling one it was most likely, in the manner of the aviators scarf, to keep the neck from being chafed.
How about to keep the neck warm?
That said, it seems clear that Trump did not call for such mob action anyway…
It was a dog whistle, you Nazi!
How about to keep the neck warm?
That too, along with having a multipurpose rag handy.
Okay, this is funny. Very wrong but very funny: Con man arrested in Russia after building fake border posts for migrant workers
It’s usually “ampersand (&)” “the letter (eg “e”)” “the type of accent (eg “grave”)” “semi-colon (;)” with no spaces between those characters. I’m often too lazy to put them in.
The result “è”.
That’s one way. The other, at least in the Mac OS, is to hold the key down for one second, then pick the proper character.
e pause 1
è
That’s one way.
On a Windows machine:
Num Lock + Alt + 0232 = è
Num Lock + Alt + 0233 = é
Alternatively, Run + Charmap and pick whatever you want.
All right, neckties. Origin and purpose. To close the collar and hold it in place. Men’s shirts didn’t formerly come with collars (and cuffs!) attached; in fact men didn’t wear the “shirts” we’re familiar with: they wore a singlet and a “shirtfront,” the latter held in place by the jacket worn over. [“Why are those men in the old photograph wearing their jackets buttoned on a hot day?” Because they aren’t wearing shirts, and don’t want to be photographed in undress.]
In the absence of a shirt, collar-and-cuffs gave a completed appearance to a suit jacket (dinner jacket, evening jacket, morning coat, whatever). Those long-ago days, practically the only concession to a taste for bling in a gentleman, was his cufflinks; suppose he also had gold collar studs, with his birthstone or monogram or some curious design: but if he went to a formal occasion the rule was for all gentlemen to tie their collar with a white tie: this held his collar together, and the rule held the group together, by suppressing some excess of individual vain display.
But what to do with the ends of the tie, after the knot was knotted? Why a bow, of course! And by elaboration of the bow, vain display, having been chased out the door, comes back in through the window.
Our commonplace long neckties only became commonplace in the 1920s and ’30s, with the availability and acceptance of manufactured shirts — collar-and-cuffs integral — for more or less formal wear. There was no need to hold these shirt-collars in place: they were affixed. Still less need to hide a goiter or warm the throat: scarves and mufflers could better serve. But the necktie did (and does) one thing supremely well: give a completed appearance to a gentleman’s costume.
As I understand it, at one time, the slave population of Sparta outnumbered the Spartan citizens. Rape of a female slave was not a crime, though the slave husband or father could be put to death for protesting or trying to prevent it. The slaves were allowed to breed, not only to maintain the slave population, but likely boys were sometimes taken and trained as auxiliaries, or used as expendable in battle training.
The north African slavers, however, would castrate the male slaves to keep them passive and also prevent the possibility of non Muslim genes entering the Arabic pool.
Oh, and happy b-b-b-birthday, you old b-b-blog from another p-p-p-planet, you!