“When I was a student at Cambridge I remember an anthropology professor holding up a picture of a bone with 28 incisions carved in it. “This is often considered to be man’s first attempt at a calendar” she explained. She paused as we dutifully wrote this down. ‘My question to you is this – what man needs to mark 28 days? I would suggest to you that this is woman’s first attempt at a calendar.’ It was a moment that changed my life. In that second I stopped to question almost everything I had been taught about the past. How often had I overlooked women’s contributions?”—Sandi Toksvig
hey lady! any plans for the weekend? how was the art class?
And my new tattoo is of a key on my wrist with a W in the top part
i only just saw this and i feel like the weekend is already half over! the art class was great - no child was harmed in the making of their own education. i read stories while the kids acted it all out. i’m definitely gonna do it again too, especially since this group of kids is very fart and poop joke positive so we get along very well.
that tattoo sounds lovely :) wrist tattoos are pretty sweet. i don’t have any yet myself, but i’ve been looking to get some soon.
i taught a creative movement art class today with a bunch of first graders. the kids were great during the actual activities. the last few minutes of the class however, we played “duck, duck, goose” which soon turned into “whatever word you want, goose” which ended up just being a free-for-all for the kids to say “fart,” “poop,” “barf” and, my personal favorite, “poopy doopy.”
so do you remember when “fart” was a bad word? good times, good times.