Wherein the Greeks know the best philosophical discussions include singing, wine pong and courtesans. Some scholars and professors—at least ones who are not at all like me—find one of the highlights of their profession to be academic conferences. For those of you who’ve never indulged in such unrelenting excitement, let’s lift the veil on modern … Read More
I Love That Dirty Water
Wherein the people of Georgian England know a clean baby is a slimy baby. It’s time for my not-so-celebrated annual article about bathing! In reality, it would be time in about two months, but at the rate at which I’m putting out articles these days there’s no guarantee the next one will come out by … Read More
Yummy, Yummy, Yummy, I Got Mummy in My Tummy
Wherein Europeans for centuries knew powdered human corpses give you the energy and strength to walk like an Egyptian…a living one. I’ve never understood people who play with their children by pretending to eat them: “Oh, you’re so cute I could eat you up! I’ll just nibble those little toes…nom nom nom!” I’m always relieved … Read More
Memory Grows Where My Rosemary Goes
Wherein the Greeks know rosemary gives you that extra edge when taking an exam—especially when you wrap it around your head. Brain freeze: whether it’s cold-stimulus headache or simply forgetting someone’s name (leading to such heartfelt greetings as “Hey there…yooooouuuuuu…great to see ya!”), everyone hates it when our brains seize up. This has led over … Read More
