Sailor's Slops
1600s-1700s
Extremely rare survival of a shirt and breeches, called slops, as worn by sailors from the late 16th through to the 18th centuries. This unique set of loose, practical sailor鈥檚 clothing reveals life aboard ship. They are made of very strong linen to endure the hard, rough work. There is tar across the front from hauling ropes. The breeches are heavily mended and patched, which the sailor would have done himself.
The Museum of London (ID: 53.101/1b)
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if i were the president of an american university and some far-right politician started rambling about God "cursing" my institution I think I'd just start talking like the villain out of a jack chick tract. "I am not afraid of your so-called God. Thanks to Charles Darwin's theory of evolution we now only worship monkeys, and communism"
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people really regret posting incriminating stuff online, even if they didn't really do anything and it's a joke. That's why I'm always posting shit like "I'm innocent" and "I didn't do anything" and "I hate crime." See you "be gay, do crimes" bitches on visiting day
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oh that鈥檚 actually kinda cute
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thinking about how when you experience a lot of shame in your formative years (indirectly, directly, as abuse or just as an extant part of your environment) it becomes really difficult to be perceived by other people in general. the mere concept of someone watching me do anything, whether it's a totally normal activity or something unfamiliar of embarrassing, whether I'm working in an excel spreadsheet or being horny on main, it just makes my skin crawl and my brain turn to static because I cannot convince myself that it's okay to be seen and experienced. because to exist is to be ashamed and embarrassed of myself, whether I'm failing at something or not, because my instinctive reaction to anyone commenting on ANYTHING I'm doing is to crawl into a hole and die. it's such a bizarre and dehumanizing feeling to just not be able to exist without constantly thinking about how you are being Perceived. ceaseless watcher give me a god damn break.
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Instructions for how to navigate the underworld on an Orphic gold tablet
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Today's bird is the Weaver Bird
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Sonny Rollins, Photo by Herb Snitzer, 1990
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