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Cheers. To Flynn Rider. The closest Disney ever came
to a realistic male character.
All the awards.
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this is literally me after yesterday omfg
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brb, trying to figure out which one of these turns me on the most.
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Let´s start with the facts: Corsets were a part of everyday Victorian life and they were considered underwear. Thus, they were worn under the dress and no one got to see them. In a time when bras did not yet exist, women needed something to support the upper body. Tada, the corset came along. Soon, tightlacing became a fashion fad: Ladies laced their corsets extra tight to make their waist look small in comparison to curvy hips and a big bosom.
Here´s another secret: Victorians liked curvy women. A misconception is that back in the Victorian era everyone loved “fat” women. This is true to the extent that the ideal Victorian woman was “voluptuous”: She had a round face and round arms, big thighs and a big bosom, but also small feet and a tiny waist - achived by wearing a corset.
In a lot of modern novels and movies Victorian women are portrayed as slender and tall - but this is only today´s beauty standard and it is a false portrayal. Victorian women may seem thin in old photographs but if you look closer you´ll notice that only their waists are thin. Therefore, the only authentic portrayal of a Victorian or Edwardian lady in a movie I have seen is Rose in Titanic.
Back to the corsets. A Victorian woman would not just put on a corset, lace it to eighteen inches and be done with it. It´s not that easy. She would start by reducing her waist only a little bit and lace her corset tighter and tighter over the course of weeks and months. When the corset can´t be laced any tighter, she will have a new one made. Reducing the waist to the legendary eighteen inches of actress and Gibson Girl Camille Clifford (the girl in the white dress) would take a lot of time and it would probably hurt.
Victorian girls started young: Some wore corsets when they were mere children, most started when they were about 14 to 16. Victorian diaries reveal that most girls loved their fashionable corsets but hated the pain they caused them. A lot of them even had night corsets that would not be laced as tight as day corsets. But even so, they wore corsets all the time, even at night. But once the waist was the desired size corsets would not hurt them anymore or even be uncomfortable to wear.
But, and that´s another misconception, not all Victorian women tight-laced. Tight-lacers were soon regarded as fashion victims and considered silly. Though corsets were worn extra tight by the 1890s, not all women laced themselves to 18 inches like Miss Clifford did.
And last but not least the biggest lie of all: There´s a rumour going around that some Victorian ladies had ribs removed to be able to lace their corsets even tighter. Should you come across this story, do not believe it. Back in the 1800s and early 1900s surgery was still very dangerous and the chance of dying was very high. No lady or surgeon would have risked death for a smaller waist. After all what is now considered a minor surgery (appendix removal) killed London´s stage Beauty Gaynor Rowlands (the girl in the black dress) when she was just 23.
Fascinating information!
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Sounds like someone has a case of “nice guy” syndrome :P
ugh…. gross…
misogynists masquerading as “nice guys”
nope and nope
Sooooo… is the message the Nice Guy™ photoshop wizard is trying to convey that “Good Guys” are an alien species that feels entitled to invade the women’s space for its own edification, while the “Asshole” is a companion species that offers a mutually beneficial relationship?
They may have accidentally had a moment of self-awareness.
Pretty sure the “good guy” also eats those fish, hence why they’re avoiding him. The “asshole” doesn’t eat those fish and is pretty gentle to them, hence why they feel safe enough to hold onto them. What a nice asshole.
I expected this post to be so bad
And it was so good
Accidental irony is so, so delicious.
HAAAA
I chortled at the pictures but then was cringing at the thought of what commentary would follow. Thank you for being awesome Tumblr. :D
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you are my sunshine
my only sunshine
you make me happy
when skies are gray
you’ll never know dear
how much i love you
please dont take
my sunshine away
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Einstein and his therapist.
I will always reblog this.
i’ve been looking for this picture for ages, i love it, something about it just…gets to me
“happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know”
I thought i lost this
Brilliant man
his therapist looks like a young david lynch with that do
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