Happy International Museums Day to the following people:
The guy who called me the Whore of Babylon for teaching kids about Ancient Egypt as I stood there and nodded.
The woman who was deeply incensed that staff wouldn't open the cases so she could touch the organic objects.
The one guy who made me translate hieroglyphs on a stele for him, then was mad because it didn't say what he wanted it to say, and reported me for 'lying' to the public.
The parents who objected to the taxidermied animals having taxidermied genitalia because it was unseemly.
Those kids on a school trip who got on the floor in front of a mummy and started chanting 'we worship Ra' as their teacher desperately tried to get them to leave.
That one guy who...uh...really liked geodes. No, they were not a special interest. He really, really liked geodes.
i love places that are like DO NOT BE LATE FOR YR APPOINTMENT. YOU CANNOT BE LATE. IF YOU ARE LATE FOR YR APPOINTMENT WE WILL CHARGE YOU ONE HUNDRED MILLION DOLLARS. then you get there early just to sit in a waiting room 45 minutes past when yr appointment was.
Growing up near a beach frequented by the elderly makes one more accepting of human bodies in general, I think. And it is gauche to criticize people for things they cannot control about their appearance.
However.
Sometimes people do silly things to themselves. Take for example the man I saw at the beach the other day, who was obviously naturally hirsute (ok) and had removed a lot of his body hair (fair) but had done so in such a way that he ended up with a *perfectly* rectangular bathroom-rug-shaped patch of fur on his torso.
my wife doesn't really use tumblr so i asked if i could post her Pickman back patch. hand-embroidered, the fluff is actual wool yarn! The Shape & the cigarette smoke are metallic paint