High School Fads, 1944
Ok so now I’m on the look out for lesbians with hair bows in the back
I just like how the bow on the left is a ‘signal and a chllange’ it’s like yeah, Betty’s been going steady with Tommy for a few weeks now, but let’s see if Ronny can step up his game before Betty becomes a right bow kind of girl
can i use ‘she wears her bow in the back’ as a euphemism now?
It is not a horror-scary kind of story, rather an extremely creepy one, but I’ll share it anyway.
Recently my aunt came over (she doesn’t live around) and the story she shared with my family scared me for life.
Basically, she was driving from her home-town to other city and as she was passing through some village she spotted a man, standing by the bus stop, waving at cars (probably hoping to get a ride). He was wearing a suit and holding a briefcase. She decided that someone dressed like this is probably a businessman or an offical working in the city she was headin to, so she stopped the car and picked him (mind you - it was in the morning or generally early hours so her deduction seemed legit). The man turned out to be very nice and talkative so she relaxed a bit (I assume you are never fully comfortable with a stranger in your car) and kept on chatting as they were driving through some not very ‘attended’ road which led through the forest. At this stage guy turned his head in my aunt’s direction and said something along the line ‘you know, you would look really nice in a coffin’. As expected she instantly became VERY creeped out but it was in her best interest not to show how scared she was. She stopped the car and told him that there’s something wrong with engine and asked if he could get off and check it. He agreed and as soon as he left his seat she withdrew and drove in the opposite direction. Few minutes and few kilometers later, after finally calming down, she realized that his briefcase was still on the seat. She decided to open it. Inside, she found a rope and a set of different knives. She decided that the best option would be to drive to the nearest police station and report what just happened.
That’s as far as the story goes. She said that they didn’t find him (yet?) which is scary as hell because he is still out there, looking for new people or I don’t know, looking for her, maybe? Obviously, she assumed that he must’ve been some psychotic murderer but policeman that she was talking with, said that he has never heard a similar story nor there were any unsolved gruesome murders in the area in the past few months. This whole situation made me feel uneasy and I am sure that I will NEVER pick a stranger.
A loaf of bread made in the first century AD, which was discovered at Pompeii, preserved for centuries in the volcanic ashes of Mount Vesuvius. The markings visible on the top are made from a Roman bread stamp, which bakeries were required to use in order to mark the source of the loaves, and to prevent fraud. (via Ridiculously Interesting)
(sigh) I’ve seen these before, but this one’s particularly beautiful.
I feel like I’m supposed to be marveling over the fact that this is a loaf of bread that’s been preserved for thousands of years, and don’t get me wrong, that’s hella cool. But honestly, I’m mostly struck by the unexpected news that “bread fraud” was apparently once a serious concern.
Bread Fraud was a huge thing, Bread was provided to the Roman people by the government - bakers were given grain to make the free bread, but some of them stole the government grain to use in other baked goods and would add various substitutes, like sawdust or even worse things, to the bread instead. So if people complained that their free bread was not proper bread, the stamp told them exactly whose bakery they ought to burn down.
Bread stamps continued to be used at least until the Medieval period in Europe. Any commercially sold bread had to be stamped with an official seal to identify the baker to show that it complied with all rules and regulations about size, price, and quality. This way, rotten or undersized loaves could be traced back to the baker. Bakers could be pilloried, sent down the streets in a hurdle cart with the offending loaf tied around their neck, fined, or forbidden to engage in baking commercially ever again in that city. There are records of a baker in London being sent on a hurdle cart because he used an iron rod to increase the weight of his loaves, and another who wrapped rotten dough with fresh who was pilloried. Any baker hurdled three times had to move to a new city if they wanted to continue baking.
If you have made bread, you are probably familiar with a molding board. It’s a flat board used to shape the bread. Clever fraudsters came up with a molding board that had a little hole drilled into it that wasn’t easily noticed. A customer would buy his dough by weight, and then the baker would force some of that dough through the hole, so they could sell and underweight loaf and use the stolen dough to bake new loafs to sell. Molding boards ended up being banned in London after nine different bakers were caught doing this. There were also instances of grain sellers withholding grain to create an artificial scarcity drive up the price of that, and things like bread.
Bread, being one of the main things that literally everyone ate in many parts of the world, ended up with a plethora of rules and regulations. Bakers were probably no more likely to commit fraud than anyone else, but there were so many of them, that we ended up with lots and lots of rules and records of people being shifty.
Check out Fabulous Feasts: Medieval Cookery and Ceremony by Madeleine Pelner Cosman for a whole chapter on food laws as they existed in about 1400. Plus the color plates are fantastic.
Bread is serious fucking business.
Man the bread fandom don’t put up with shit at all.
""A dude who can walk into any kitchen in the world and make bread is COMPLETELY RAW"