I was back in Prague/on my bullshit and went to go visit the site of Jerusalem – my boy Jan Milíč z Kroměříže’s fourteenth-century community of “repentant prostitutes” and preachers. In this video we talk a little about what that is all about, how sex work changed cities and cities changed sex work, and how Charles IV made Prague into one of Europe’s most important cities and a total tourist trap. Enjoy!
Lovelies, it is a dark time here in the UK. Our last election has gone very badly indeed for those of us who want to protect the vulnerable and build a better world. It can be difficult to watch a status quo which harms us reassert itself, especially when many of us have worked very hard to overturn it. As the dust settles and we collect ourselves in the face of a bitter reality, I have started thinking about how this feeling is nothing new, and there are some positives that we can think about.
My lovelies, ya girl as per usual, was just trying to have a normal conversation about No Nut November in a nice way on twitter this week when I was presented with a view so wrong, so wild, and yet so unsurprising that I have been compelled to write a whole ass blog about it. To whit:
Loves, as an elder millennial, I am cursed to watch my references recede into the past; my memes wither and die; my ability to think of other jokes to put into this sentence dries up imperceptibly, day by day. So it is with my major reference point for explaining the major tropes in courtly love which are still weaponised as romance now – Hotline Bling. The kids are coming up from behind with references that are more relevant than all of the references I know. They don’t care what a child groomer had to say about love and how that connects with twelfth century romance. And you know what? That is fair.
Because I like to talk about the fact that I can connect almost any event to the medieval period, and I am indebted to all my lovely readers and bound to give them the high-grade content that they crave, this week we have a bit of a … weird one. Why? Well, I was mentioning to the good Dr Öberg Strådal that I needed to write you all a blog, and it was then that she challenged me to talk about the bull semen plant explosion. So buckle up, kittens.
My loves, it’s a week later and I am still Big Mad at J. Stuart Showalter, textbook writer and noted basic. Now, this is understandable give that my man is low-key racist with his shall we say “approach” to the medicine of the Islamic world. However, that sort of racism is just the worst and most harmful type of ignorance of the several which permeate said timeline, this textbook, and our society’s approach to medieval history. There’s a whole lot more incorrect where that came from, and that is what we are going to discuss today.
Because my family allegedly loves me very much, and shows that by sending me screen shots of things that are guaranteed to wind me up, my cousin sent me a screen shot from her actual fucking university level textbook this weekend. This particular picture was so wrong, so ignorant, and has wound me up for so many reasons that I am going to have to spread my rage about it over two blog posts.
Once again, ya girl can be found on a podcast. This time I’m with the good people of Trashfuture – the UK’s finest leftist comedy podcast – talking about medieval myths, medievalism in fantasy, and snatching medieval history back from the fascists.
I can’t believe I have to write this down right now, but my dear friends, medieval people bathed regularly.
Yes. I assure you. I am very serious. It is true.
In fact, medieval people loved a bath and can in many ways be considered a bathing culture, much in the way that say, Japan is now. Medieval people also very much valued being clean generally in an almost religious way.
This is not to say that getting clean was as easy for medieval people as it is for us now. But medieval people were very clever and had ways of getting around that.