I’m so fascinated by people who seem to believe that analyzing media is somehow taking the joy out of it. Like. Do you not enjoy thinking? Does taking stuff apart and figuring out how it works not give you a hit of dopamine? And you get mad when you see people having fun in this way? What a sad, miserable way to engage with the world.
Finding out that Lancelot was apparently the invention of a french writer is absolutely hysterical to me. 12th century french poet sitting around reading arthurian romances and thinking “yeah these stories are pretty good but I think what they really need is a french guy who shows up and fucks arthurs wife”
The best thing about having a partner who also does medieval reenactment is that you can text them like “do you want a sexy leg pic 😏” and when they obviously go “of course 👀” you send them a close up of a really nice piece of leg armour. And then they aren’t even mad and go “yeah that is sexy as hell, thank you.”
It would, of course, be remiss of me to not include examples of these sexy leg pics. Try this one simple trick to find out if your partner is someone with taste!
(If anyone does do this to their partner, I’d love to know the results)
