As long as we're talking about historical fashion, I would like to point out that this Han Dynasty tomb figurine lady has a bird on her head. Go you, stylin' tomb figurine lady.
This lady is on display at the Guimet Museum in Paris.
Today I read Bookgasm’s list of 10 Female Authors One of Their Contributors Would Be Willing To Have Sex With. Obviously I thought it
was a brilliant idea for a column. But as I set about stealing it, I realized
something uncomfortable: I’m pretty sure none of the attractive male authors I was looking at would be willing to have
sex with me. Bummer, right?
So instead I’ve collected a list of 10 physically attractive
male authors who I am pretty sure would not have sex with me, and why:
Bret Easton Elliswould not have sex with me because I order
Prosecco at, like, every meal.
Michael Chabonwould not have sex with me because I keep
writing “lay” when I should be writing “lie.”
Gary Shteyngart would not have sex with me because I root
for Cobra Kai.
Colum McCann would not have sex with me because he wouldn’t be able to watch the Daily Show because I would keep repeating the funny things Jon Stewart
says.
David Meanswould not have sex with me because I keep
telling people he’s from Williamsburg.
Jonathan Franzenwould not have sex with me because I call
jean shorts “jorts.”
Jonathan Safran Foer would not have sex with me because I haven’t
cleaned under the couch cushions in like three months.
Junot Díaz would not have sex with me because I would tell him all the Game of Thrones spoilers.
Nathan Englander would not have sex with me because I still
tell hanging chad jokes.
It's been awhile since I posted anything, but I thought I'd put up some images of my 18th century-ish underwear. I posted about the stays earlier, but here's the full set from the bottom up: