Saturday, December 15, 2018

Best Post of the Week of December 9, 2018.

The best post of the week of December 9, 2018.

Some weeks are better around here post wise, in my humble opinion, than others. This wasn't a great one, which in part reflects the end of the daily posts about martial goings on, given the conclusion of World War One.  So the entries this week have begun to look a lot more like the ones around here prior to March 2016, although certainly not entirely so by any means.

Still there were some interesting entries.

Monday at the bar: Uncertainty

December 10, 1918. Watering in the Rhine, Welcoming the Troops Home, Massacre in Palestine, Bolsheviks worry about Russians.

Cpt. M. W. Lanham, 2nd Bde, 1st Div, waters his horse "Von Hindenburg", in the Rhine.  Ostensibly Von Hindenburg was the first American horse to drink from the Rhine.
 I have the entry above as a "best" as I love that photo. There's more to the entry than that, however. 

Some Gave All: Monument to 13 Executed from Choisy Le Roi, Seine....

This recent post was updated.  I need to resume putting this series of photos up on our Same Gave All blog.

The blindness of individualism.

More and more, I admire cats.


Maybe the very best post of the week.  A cat, fwiw, at Petco.

How frightening myths get started

I posted that in jest, of course, but I do believe that probably really does explain how some frightening myths are created.

And the absolutely best post of the week:

Why Are Christmastime Perfume Advertisements So Weird?

Why are Christmastime perfume ads so excessively weird?

Okay, that's weird.  But we didn't mean that sort of weird.

Do women really spend piles of time laying around swimming pools waiting for guys with scruffy beards to show up and molest them?

Are Italian men actually all overdeveloped mutes?  Was it their inability that doomed their efforts in World War Two?

Italian soldier surrendering to British troops, World War Two.  Or is he just headed to the swimming pool of French speaking wanton Italian women who populate perfume ads?

Are all Italian women actually hanging out by large bodies of water apparently stoned out of their minds and waiting to be taken by the aforementioned mute?

Italian women, circa 1905-15. Waiting for their spot at the pool?

Is it really the case that the state of education has declined in France to such extent that the only sentences that French women can utter are about three or four words long and all have to do with adoring somebody?

The Countess d'Haussonville, leader of the Union of French Women and wartime (WWI) participant in Red Cross efforts in France.  It's almost as if she knew how to say more than "J'adore", or whatever.

Is it really the case that all American women are in their 20s and the seeming victims of Auschwitz starvation, given their pixie like weight, and they hang around on beaches looking pissed off all the time (they're probably hungry) and saying one word sentences of wanton wanting?

Young women smiling. . . and eating. . . maybe those commercial chicks are just really hungry?

Is anything depicted in a perfume advertisement even an appropriate thing to think in the Me Too age?


Is all of this really necessary to sell something which, frankly, just stinks?

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