I immediately thought this poor artist was in the cave for days, periodically poking his head out, and the bear was still there, just waiting.
They got many close looks at that bear and had nothing to do but draw the thing that would finally kill them when they got desperate enough to make a run for it.
This painting might be like someone writing Jeff on the tile floor in their own blood. Or they became friends like in a Disney movie. I see no middle alternative.
Can confirm. I’ve made and worn historically accurate Victorian corsets for a few decades. They’re actually quite comfortable, supportive, and great for back pain.
The fainting thing is a myth. You can breathe fine and even touch your toes easily.
Only a few people were doing extreme tight lacing for clout – basically the equivalent of the Kardashians – but since photography was expensive and the media was like it is now, those were the ones we heard about most. Regular women weren’t doing that.
*Neanderthals hunting mammoth* (1897), unknown artist, artwork photograph courtesy of The Beaker Institute Science Library (mander.xyz)
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