When you browse the website of Portsmouth’s Mary Rose Museum, looking for information on artefacts from Tudor England… and this is what you get:
A circular, reflective surface would have sat within this beech frame. This mirror would have been considered a luxury item on the Mary Rose. Looking at your own reflection in a mirror can bring up lots of emotions for both straight and LGBTQ+ people. For Queer people, we may experience a strong feeling of gender dysphoria when we look into a mirror, a feeling of distress caused by our reflection conflicting with our own gender identities. On the other hand, we may experience gender euphoria when looking in a mirror, when how we feel on the inside matches our reflection.
Because when you look at a sixteenth-century mirror salvaged from a warship belonging to Henry VIII, the first thing you want to know is how it might induce psychological crises in the sexually dysmorphic.
And,
The most common personal objects that we found on the Mary Rose were nit combs. There were 82 in total. These nit combs would have been mainly used by the men to remove nits from their hair, rather than using the comb to style their hair (which would have usually been covered up by a hat). However, for many Queer people today, how we wear our hair is a central pillar of our identity. Today, hairstyles are often heavily gendered, following the gender norm that men have short hair, and women have long hair. By ‘subverting’ and playing with gender norms, Queer people can find hairstyles that they feel comfortable wearing.
It’s quality stuff. Just like being there, in the mists of history. And not at all inept, or jarring, or comically incongruous.
The word indirectly is, I fear, doing an awful lot of work. And thanks to peering through this “Queer lens,” readers will doubtless find that their understanding of Tudor history has been enriched no end.
We’re told – indeed, assured – by Hannah McCann, of the museum’s collections and curatorial staff,
A comfort, I know.
Exactly why such “queering” is underway – what its relevance might be – is not, however, made clear. An explanation for this bolting-on of irrelevant, flimsy tat – in the name of “queer theory” – was not, it seems, deemed necessary. Nor is it entirely obvious how such “queering” of museum contents benefits those who wish to know more about Henry VIII’s favourite warship.
Update, via the comments:
Regarding the mysterious purpose of all this “queering” of sixteenth-century objects, Rafi adds, drily:
Indeed. That does seem to be the primary objective. That, and the modish tactic of identifying a thing that people find interesting and then inserting one’s own rather narrow and tedious politics, and by extension oneself. Looking through the catalogue notes, no other obvious benefit, for visitors, springs to mind. Unless we include the exercising of eyebrows by moving them up and down.
And the effect, the incongruity – the sheer cack-handedness of it – is quite bizarre. It reminded me of the ‘adverts’ in The Truman Show, in which Truman’s wife and neighbours suddenly, rather desperately, and often mid-sentence, draw attention to some cleaning product or chicken dinner.
Welcome to the world of queered history. It’s like actual history, but less so.
Update 2:
In the comments, John highlights a few lines from the Telegraph’s coverage of the story:
Well, you’d think that might be a more obvious line of historical enquiry, albeit more difficult to verify.
And it occurs to me that the contrived witterings quoted above – and the museum’s urge to share them as if they were scholarly and profound – says rather more about the state of our cultural institutions than it does about anything else.
Via ripx4nutmeg.
She must have used a bloody big shoehorn.
And the irrelevant subject matter is so seamlessly introduced.
Needless to say, parodies are underway.
And so we go from acknowledging the rarity and expense of mirrors in the sixteenth century to suddenly being lectured on the psychological crises of the sexually dysmorphic. As if this were an obvious trajectory for catalogue notes in a museum about Tudor England.
And likewise, we start with the commonplace nature of nit combs among Tudor-era sailors, on account of all the Tudor-era lice, and which we’re told, were not for styling hair, and then suddenly lurch to “Queer” people “subverting gender norms” with styled hair. Because, hey, that’s not a desperate segue. And because seeing a woman with short hair is, obviously, so immensely shocking in… [ checks calendar ] 2023.
monomania
noun
mono·ma·nia ˌmä-nə-ˈmā-nē-ə -nyə
Synonyms of monomania
1
: mental illness especially when limited in expression to one idea or area of thought
2
: excessive concentration on a single object or idea
https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/monomania
Rosary beads>>>>Buggery Act of 1533.
Quality scholarship, not unexpected from one who plumbs the hidden mysteries of (cleans screen) Celebrity Studies.
It does rather suggest the kind of person you don’t want to be sitting next to at a friend’s dinner party. And I’m still not clear on what exactly this “queer lens” is adding to my understanding of Tudor history.
See: Monty Python’s News for Parrots.
Why….you almost get the impression that these people are pathologically obsessed with making shit up for no other reason than they enjoy rubbing your face in their nonsense.
Which, I suppose, is a feature, not a bug for Marxist and post-Marxist types. But still.
I mean, if I were a non-binary whatever whatever, even *I’d* be embarrassed at the amateurish asshattery involved in these displays.
It does call to mind the “Are you sure this will help us sell more burgers?” meme.
For those who have somehow missed it.
I don’t think it’s intended to.
Well, quite. It does seem to be yet another case of “Ooh, here’s something people are interested in – let’s graft on our tedious politics and get a free ride!”
With a side of “who are these [insert disfavoured group of choice] objecting to our tedious politics polluting the subject they’re interested in?”
Still, we’re in the land of “queer theory” and “queer studies,” so, hey, things could be worse.
Also: “let’s bully people into accepting our tedious lies.”
Last summer I re-visited Oxburgh Hall (15th century moated home of prominent Norfolk recusants), run by the National Trust. It’s recently had some work done…
I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised that the priest hole, it’s
mostonly notable feature, has been put off-limits to visitors, because of course it has.But it’s not all bad: they’ve updated the information displays in the house. Apparently, visitors now have a direct insight into what it was like living through the Great Plague (and all the lesser outbreaks), because COVID. Yes, according to the NT, spending all day sitting on your sofa binging on TV and snacks is identical to seeing your neighbours’ dead bodies dragged out of their houses, while praying that your family won’t be next.
What is wrong with these people?
As Theodore Dalrymple pointed out:
With a side of “who are these [insert disfavoured group of choice] objecting to our tedious politics polluting the subject they’re interested in?”
The more amazing thing is the sheer numbers of the LSMFTCIA++ community flocking to a 16th century warship just be feel seen, included, and, most important, validated.
Sorry to interrupt, but Australia’s Senate Education and Employment Committee held a COVID hearing. Check out this pair of Shit-Weasels Pfizer provided as witnesses!
Er, wut? As these acronyms become ever more obscure, they need explanation.
If they want to “queer” an ancient British warship, should they recite old jokes and songs about cabin boys?
Er, wut?
Makes as much sense as any of the other acronyms of People of the Alphabet™
! I haven’t encountered references to the slogan “Lucky Strikes Means Fine Tobacco” in a very long time. As I recall, it was introduced in the 1940’s and fell out of use by sometime in the 1960’s. Or is my memory faulty?
It isn’t just queering stuff. Went to museum and many displays went into gory detail about either the extinction crisis and how horrible humans are destroying the environment or about climate change. Can’t simply learn about sea turtles. Too boring.
They should at least give a rousing rendition of The Good Ship Venus.
Exactly what I had in mind. “The cabin boy was Tommy, that dirty little nipper…”
I noticed that back in the 90’s. I haven’t been back to the local science museums ever since. Why should I give money to people who see me as an enemy? Besides, I can get much more solid information, without being insulted or talked down to, on the internet. My “libertarian” friends, however, continue to go to those museums in spite of recognizing the toxic propaganda, because as Good Libertarians they refuse to refrain from subsidizing their enemies–to do otherwise would be a betrayal of their “principles”.
I always felt sorry for the ships dog (whose name was Rover).
They really screwed the pooch on that voyage.
“Queer lens” is a synonym for narcissism.
*snort*
Looks like our culture and history are in the best of hands.
I like to remind people that gays are roughly 4% of the human population and trans are.003%. The media would lead you to believe it is far higher for both.
I think it was Oscar Wilde who defined a bore as someone who won’t stop talking about himself. I can’t help reading these “information” captions in this voice.
What if one is not queer? Then what is one expected to reveal when looking at one’s reflection in a mirror? And regarding “nit combs,” please tell us more about the queerness of removing parasites from the hair. Are the nits themselves queer? Is the hair perhaps queer, regardless of the orientation of it’s wearer? How does one distinguish a queer comb from a straight cis-comb?
She seems inordinately over fixated on sex for some reason. I would recommend a good therapist.
Ooh, here’s something people are interested in – let’s graft on our tedious politics and get a free ride!
And if anyone pushes back, accuse them of being the monomaniacs who are starting a culture war.
nice
The spam comments have arrived.
There is an identical spam comment on every recent post. As far back as the “Just Like You” post. Grrr.
Surely there’s a bolgia for those responsible.
She seems inordinately over fixated on sex for some reason. I would recommend a good therapist.
Back in the days, before inhibition, we lads would have said, ‘She needs a good…” But, for fear of the roving lens, I will leave it blank.
This insanity is not as rare as it should be.
Filled with hamster urine, I hope.
Hamster urine?
I was thinking of something a bit more . . . emphatic.
The cabin boy, the cabin boy,
the naughty little nipper!
He rammed ground glass up his ass
and circumcised his skipper!
A verse from a military marching cadence which I heard and “sang” a half century ago.
I’ll, umm, get my coat before the owner does. I hope.
If they want to “queer” an ancient British warship, should they recite old jokes and songs about cabin boys?
What about The Greasy Bastard? Ripping Yarns, right?
A verse from a military marching cadence which I heard and “sang” a half century ago.
The things you don’t forget…
The version I remember was slightly different in the lead up. (The final verse is the same, of course.)
The queen, she gave him 3 tall ships,
and one a double decker.
The queen, she waved goodbye with her hand,
…
There are other verses, but many of them have slipped into mental long term storage and thus not easily retrieved.
He said the world was round, oh!
They said it couldn’t be found, oh!
That hypothetical, masturbating,
son-of-a-bitch Coloumbo!
Such marching cadences used to be amusing. OTOH, don’t try “Jesus low-crawled up that mountain” while running.
A Dago bastard with the seven-year itch/ A syphilitic sonofabitch/Was Christopher Colombo…
A demonstration of bona fides is occasionally necessary.
LSMFT…
In MAD Magazine’s parody of the 1966 “scifi” movie “Fantastic Voyage”, the super-dooper-secret place where the heros (always excepting Donald Pleasance, poor guy) were miniaturized was called L.S.M.F.T.
Lab Section for Making Folks Tiny.
It justifies the employment of lecturers in ‘Queer Theory’.
That does seem to be the primary objective. Looking through the catalogue notes, no other benefit, for visitors, springs to mind.
And the effect, the incongruity – the sheer cack-handedness – is quite bizarre. It reminded me of the ‘live adverts’ in The Truman Show, in which Truman’s wife and neighbours suddenly, rather desperately, and often mid-sentence, draw attention to some cleaning product or chicken dinner.
Rather captures the flavour of it, I think.
Like the “I love Lucy” parody of a TV show that had to showcase an advertiser’s products.
“I’m Trans” has now supplanted “I’m a vegetarian”, “I’m a vegan” and the short-lived Ash Sarkarism “I’m literally a fucking communist”.
As no sane person could deny the driving force of “Look at Meeee” we have to prepare ourselves for the next level. In this context the likes of Tom the Cabin Boy and Ship’s Dog Rover have good reason for concern as both are likely to become unwilling (sexual, it’s nearly always sexual) accessories for the crazies.
Very much like the unfortunate Kens in the Barbie Movie.
[ Post updated. ]
If you eat the nits then you are queer.
The Telegraph was quick to pick up the story and added this rather good observation:-
One Twitter user wrote: “With up to 700 male-only crew at any one time, I expect there is far more interesting ‘queer’ history to learn about the Mary Rose than the nit combs.”
The piece, by the way, can be read, un-paywalled, here.
Well, you’d think that might be a more obvious line of historical enquiry, albeit more difficult to verify.
It occurs to me that the inane, irrelevant witterings – and the museum’s urge to share them as if they were scholarly and profound – says rather more about the state of our cultural institutions than it does about anything else.
[ Post updated again. ]
It also inures the general population to this stuff, or at least so they hope: We must become accustomed to it and cease to regard it is in any way remarkable or objectionable.
And it seems from other sources that our “activist” educators want to deceive everyone into accepting the “everyone is queer” mantra. I have read of teachers and professors who are already pushing ever more inflated statistics.
David: I occasionally get an error message when attempting to post a comment, but the message cannot be read because it is obscured by the black band at the top of the screen. (I can always get past the error by clearing the comment box, refreshing the screen, and trying again.)
[ Holds up piece of paper bearing the words I Have No Idea. ]
Imagine someone who finds a Knot-hole in a fence and glues themselves to it;
“All I ever need to see, to know, to experience will be thru this knot-hole.”
And all of the Human Comedy passes behind them, around them, and they are completely ignorant of it because it is not visible thru the knot-hole.
What absolute poverty of the mind and spirit is required for a university to train up a mind that thinks this way?
And they are as proud as can be of their achievement.
“And their shame is their boast and pride.”
The youth-pastor energy is strong with this one, except that most youth pastors wouldn’t shoehorn in their message this awkwardly.
A process that, judging by the above, amounts to:
If that sounds unfair, feel free to re-read the quotes. I mean, the word indirectly is doing a lot of work there.
” the state of academia”
I’d rather be in the State of West Virginia. Or pretty much anywhere else…
The best move however, is to ensure that such idiocy has little impact on the real world.
But how about the black band at the top of the screen that obscures the message? Can something be done about that problem? Maybe if the band were not so tall?
[ Holds up same piece of paper. ]
[ Pouts. ]
I think you may be crediting me with more technical expertise than I actually possess.
The word indirectly is being abused in a manner that would arouse the ire of Amnesty International – if the abuse were being done by anyone but leftists.
No, I’m scowling at the IT industry which has great expertise in creating bugs and “features”.
[ Wanders off in search of booze to put in second cup of coffee. ]
In Dante’s Inferno, the flatterers in the Eight Circle (fraud) are immersed in excrement, while the violent in the Ninth Circle are in a river of boiling blood. No mention of urine, hamster or otherwise.
Pst314,
This morning I indirectly (hah!) participated in a seminar on the use of generative AI for computer systems programming.
Having been such a programmer for 20 years or so, and having also been responsible for diagnostics, reliability, and QA software, let me quote from Jurassic Park:
“Hold onto your butts…”
Indeed. I anticipate many disastrous screw-ups.
If Michael Crichton could see us now….
Even Philip Hensher, who’s hardly backward in asserting his gay identity, is pissed off by this: https://unherd.com/thepost/the-queering-of-the-mary-rose-insults-gay-history/