Oo, there's a cost I didn't see to the current strongly gendered kids' clothing! My little brother wore a lot of my (extremely sturdy, often home-made) handmedowns, and I got some from neighbor kids of both sexes. But we were between the old school when most kids wore very plain clothes, and the Free to Be era wearing…
prismatism
prismatism
Unless there's a red wine accident early, in which case, cry twice and bitterly.
Did you read Fashion on the Ration while the blogger was doing that? someone with too much useless clothing — made and bought — who followed the WWII UK clothing rations for a year.
I've been hoping to age into an Eileen Fisher woman, but I put too much stuff in my pockets for drapey clothes. I can be a Filson woman or a Carharrt woman, but what do I wear to desk jobs? Why were the 1930s apparently better at this?
Even if textile manufacturers are as awful as sweatshop clothing manufacturers, the latter use the product of the former, so you're reducing harm even if you only avoid the latter... still heartbreaking.
Notching. What the hell were people thinking? In the 1960s or thereabouts a plumber and electrician notched through all the beams under the upstairs cast-iron tub. Fortunately the subflooring was half-inch old-growth Doug fir in long lengths and held everything up. But discovering that was a Cannot Unsee that added a…
Gallon bottles of vinegar are usually on the bottom shelf below the spendy fancy vinegar and maybe salad oil, in a grocery store.
All the cheap old-fashioned bulk stuff is likely to be down there — borax, plain salt, etc.
Also, windshield-wipers came in late (I think), and roads were muddier; in a lot of conditions drivers had to lean out of the windshield to see.
Might depend on where you are? I'm in relatively cool dim short-season territory, no wonder Russian landraces do well for me.
Hang on, some of the heirlooms are relatively tough because that's what seed-keepers were keeping them for (where modern breeders can assume assistance from modern farm techniques). There's a line of funny looking brown Russian tomatoes that are my secret weapon.
Even so, there's no tomato guaranteed in every year,…
Also, plenty of places, you got married in the church (or the church porch!) and the congregation was invited by default. I bet there was some negotiating to figure out if the slackers from the next hamlet were going to come glom onto the wedding breakfast, though.
Whoa. She's a MD and left off the Dr.? Miss Manners would have decorated her with it. (I wrote at least one invitation to the Doctors Jointname and another to Dr Jones and Dr Smith. Very grand, I thought.)
Not much commonality, but (except for the phalli) the Roman buildings with a dining room, public and private areas, two storeys, are a lot more like my house than an Iron Age Scandinavian longhouse was. Current home planning depends a lot on more efficient heating, light, and insulation than any but the richest (or…
Us too! Complicated the guest list spreadsheet a bit, but not much.
Fair enough! I'm surprised there isn't a specific term for no-sex sugar babies, though.
Why does a sugar baby get paid more than a front-desk admin, then?
I'm into this universe in which being a professor is a solid economic plan.
I suppose `prostitute' is the general term, and `sugar baby', `streetwalker', `demimondaine', `trophy wife', `grande horizontale' denote all the fine distinctions.
No, in practice, it's always been incredibly important to women who marry for money to enforce a bright line between that and less permanent transactions, because the former are completely dependent on the marriage being permanent. Lots of Edith Wharton depends on this.